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Camila called softly, watching as his retreating shadows further moved down the warehouse. She sighed with regret and followed him quickly.

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"What do you want to know, pretty girl? I promise to be very cooperative, but first, let go of my dick."

"My pleasure," Laura chuckled as she released her tight grip on his lower body item and took out of her pocket a black file. She tossed over the file as well as a black pen. "Sign it, and we are done here," She urged him, shoving her handgun on his forehead.

Laura’s expression remained silent and unreadable as she waited for him to read through the document. The document was one made for transferring long-term properties owned by the mafia. Monad’s face scrunched up in dissatisfaction.

"How am I sure you are not going to kill me afterward? I can only see one of you, and there are ten of us in this motel. You would not try nonsense, right? Drop the gun and leave here alive,