Chapter 367: Kendrick, You're Doomed

Another car rolled to a stop behind them. Doors opened, figures spilled out, and in a blink, the roadside teemed with shadowy figures. They moved with drilled precision, forming a tight cordon around Jimmy's car. Many had guns tucked out of sight. A few, unmistakably, carried military-grade submachine guns, their presence radiating a cold intent to kill. From the trailing car, a young man got out; his lips were comically swollen. It was Kendrick. This was a trap he'd laid. He strode toward Jimmy's...