Chapter 0251

In under three minutes, the factory echoed with the sound of boots on concrete. Seven or eight towering guards converged, each brandishing a rubber baton, their eyes locked on Alexander. Trailing them, a man in a suit rode up on an electric scooter, peering through the mangled gate at Alexander with a look that could kill. "You the boss around here?" Alexander stood his ground outside the factory, his gaze steady on the suited man. "I've told you why I'm here. The Chesire folks are sick,...