Chapter 125: Worse Than Trash

A pack of burly youths finally reacted, roaring as they lunged at Miller Cutmore. Out on the road behind them, a silver Bentley pulled to the curb. The rear window slid down. A girl, wiping off her makeup with a wet wipe, stuck her head out, glanced at the gym, and said, "Damn, what's that mutt Max Abson doing here?" A young man behind her laughed. "Don't call him. Tomas Kaine from our compound is here too. Looks like they're cleaning someone up. No idea which unlucky sap pissed off the Security...