Chapter 137

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Meanwhile, at one of the police headquarters where Jake was imprisoned, a grey Lamborghini squeaked in, the sound of tires squealing under friction as the engine came to a halt.

Slowly, the gull-wing door swooped open, and a man stepped out, his branded shoe plunking on the ground as he made...

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