บท 191: CHAPTER 191

Howard narrowed his eyes and pulled out his phone. "They were supposed to arrive in half an hour, but they're here early."

Just as Howard was about to make a call, I grabbed the nearby knife and plunged it fiercely into his shoulder.

"Ah!" he screamed in agony, his blood splattering into my eyes as I pulled out the knife.

I knew Howard couldn't die so easily at my hands; If he did, I'd be even in deeper trouble with the police.

As Bobby tried to approach, I stabbed him with the knife in defense. Then, I cowered behind the bed, terrified, my legs giving way as I fell to the ground.

The man with tattoos leaned against the car, watching me casually, seemingly enjoying my resistance.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens filled the air, and the entire scrap iron factory was surrounded.