Seeing the smug grin plastered across the man’s scarred face—the look of someone absolutely certain she could do nothing—Sarah Lacy trembled with rage.
A thug.
She knew it. Everyone here knew it.
And yet, knowing didn’t help.
This kind of tactic was nothing new in Valor City. Years ago, even Elliott Group had made its fortune pulling stunts exactly like this. Calling the Police Department was useless.
The road was public. Any vehicle had the right to pass. If their truck “broke down,” it was technically reasonable. Even if police showed up, at most it would be logged as a routine traffic incident.
As long as money wasn’t paid, these people would stick to you like tar—blocking roads, breaking down vehicles, dragging things out day after day.
In the end, most companies either paid up
