Chapter 482

Fergus hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright! I'll head over there with a team. We'll see what we find!"

He hung up and turned to his bodyguard. "Gather a dozen guys and get to the junkyard, pronto!"

"Yes, Mr. Cobb," the bodyguard replied, ready to move.

…

The junkyard in Steinberg's western district couldn't have been more desolate. Located around 30 miles from the city center, it was a long drive, about an hour under normal conditions.

The area was mostly barren land waiting to be developed. It was the perfect hideout for anyone looking to stay off the radar.

At the heart of the junkyard, in a large, empty warehouse, Whitney sat bound to a chair.

Her hands and feet were tied, and a gag kept her from screaming. She could only manage muffled groans through the cloth.

Not far from Whitney, two tattooed young men were lounging. They drank beer, munched on beef jerky, and watched short videos on their phones.

"Bro, this chick is a total smoke show. Ain't it a waste just