Fridolin and Declan waited in the car for more than half an hour.
Just as both of them were feeling a bit drowsy and on the verge of falling asleep, someone outside knocked on the car window.
Fridolin looked up to see Black Tiger standing outside with a group of his gang members behind him.
Winding down the car window, he looked at Black Tiger with a frown and asked, “What took you so long? What if the person had left?”
Black Tiger chuckled and said, “Traffic was terrible. I gathered my men to come over the moment I got your call. Don't worry. As long as the person is still in Feston, he won't be able to escape.”
“That's enough. I don't want to hear you talking a big game. Hurry up and get to work. Be quick about it.”
Seeing that Black Tiger had brought so many men with him, Fridolin thought the former would directly storm in and kill Donald, then leave after doing the job. However, Black Tiger smiled and said, “Patience, Mr. Goodwin. We live in a society governed by law now. We need to think before we act, not just rush in recklessly. Do you see those two cars over there? I arranged for them. As soon as that brat comes out of the hotel—”
“He's coming out! He's coming out! Mr. Tiger, the man is walking out!”
Black Tiger was about to share his plan with Fridolin when a sharp-eyed subordinate spotted Donald and Amelia emerging from the hotel.
The pair was ready to go home and had hailed a taxi. They stood by the roadside, casually chatting.
When neither of them was paying attention to the road, a Land Rover, which had been waiting for a long time, sped toward them without turning on its headlights.
Due to the late hour and the absence of headlights, at first, Donald and Amelia could only hear the sound without being able to discern what vehicle was rushing toward them.
By the time they realized what was happening, the car was already less than ten meters away. At that speed and distance, it meant certain death.
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