Chapter 110
MIRO
whom I owe some damn money. They must have hired some men to threaten me.”
“How much do you owe?” Benjamin asked, despite knowing that the bullet was actually aimed at his
head.
“Almost half a million,” George was frowning throughout. “Without including the interest.” He began
sweating a lot, too. “They won’t leave me until they get the money.”
“Why don’t you ask your sister?”
“I already did, and she told me to die,” George said, furrowing his brows. “I’m sure her husband adds
tens of thousands of dors to her bank ount every week, yet she always says she’s low on money
when I ask her.” “Geez… what a sister.”
“I’ve thought about stealing her dress and shoe collection, but then I was afraid of Shawn. That big pig
would kill me if I made his wife cry,” he cringed in pain. “You think the damn sniper would have left? What
if he moves to another location and shoots again?” “It doesn’t look like they want to kill you,” Benjamin
yed along, “so even if he shoots again, he’ll probably go for the ass.” George’s butt hurt just from
hearing those words. “Call the police! Did you call the police?” “No,” he started walking out of the pizza
hut. “Wait, where are you going?” “I’ve done what I could. You should take care of yourself from here on.”
“You bastard!” George yelled. “Get your ass back here! Krgh! How can you leave me here like this?”
However, Benjamin didn’t even look back. He wore a ck jacket, put his helmet on and drove away on
his old Harley Davidson bike, the one he used to ride before getting married.
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At Pure Waters bar.
Rodnie was talking with someone on the phone. “I’m telling you for your own sake. Withdraw that bounty
right this instant.” “Why are you making a fuss over a nobody?” the voice from the other side spoke. “Did
working as a school principal soften your guts?” “He’s not a nobody,” Rodnie stressed his words. “He’s
someone who can bring the whole system down.”
“What? You are saying ck Feathers can be brought down by a single man? There should be a limit to
your pranks, man.”
“This isn’t a prank, you idiot. Who even put the price on his head?” he put his sses down.” For what
reason?”
“I don’t know about the reason, but it’s the governor’s son who’s asked us.”
“The governor’s son? You mean Arlo Campbell?”
“Yes. He’s not the kind to listen to others, so I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do now. One or the other
has to die.”
Rodnie noticed Benjamin entering the bar, so he ended the call. “Sir, did you know about the bounty?”
“There are already guys trying to shoot me dead,” Benjamin replied, sucking the color out of Rodnie’s
face. “I-I’ll do my best to talk with the guy behind the bounty and get him to change his mind.” “Ho…”
Benjamin sat on the couch that was in the center of the bar, “who’s this ‘guy’?” Rodnie was startled. “Y-
You didn’t know?” “I didn’t care,” Benjamin attention fully shifted to Rodnie, “but since you seem to know
the name, why don’t you just say it?” Rodnie forced out a smile. “There’s no need to waste your time, sir.
Let me deal with this small matter.”
Benjamin thought for a second. “Alright. I’ll give you midnight. Tell me the good news, or I’ll go find him
myself.” “Y-Yes, sir,” Rodnie hurriedly left the ce, already making another call. The barmaids served
Benjamin some wine and tried to sit on the couch, next to him, but a re from him made them stand
and keep their distance. The couch wasn’t there in the past, but it was recently put there just for
Benjamin’s sake. “Arlo Campbell, huh…” Benjamin poured the wine in the ss on his own. “I’m d
that it isn’t your brother who hired the sniper, Reba,” he muttered under his breath. He took a few sips
and thought about Reba. “Time stands still when I think about you…” he unlocked his mobile to call
her. On the screen, the notification of the voicemail app caught his attention. “Mm? What’s this?”