Chapter 39 Chapter 39: The Landlord's Cross-Border Collections Department

The veins on the back of Julian's hand, still gripping the rod, stood out sharp. The air around him seemed to freeze solid.

The sound climbing up from the pit was worse than any death chant.

"Boss... rent's too steep down here... I can't cover it..."

He didn't say a word out loud, mind racing.

I...

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