The live stream feed shook violently.
Several burly men in work clothes swarmed into the cramped basement. Leading the pack was the law firm's office equipment supplier, followed by several private investigators whose fees had long been delayed.
"Run! I dare you to run again!"
The supplier strode over, grabbed Jack by the collar, and violently yanked him up from the ground.
*Smack!*
A solid slap landed viciously on Jack's face.
The corner of Jack's mouth instantly split open, bleeding. He clutched his face, trying to struggle. "Let go! We're live streaming, you're robbing..."
"Robbing my ass!"
An investigator beside them rushed up and kicked Jack in the stomach. Jack let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground, curling up like a shrimp.
"You used fake accounting books to tri
