If it weren’t for Harvey finding out that the gem was faulty, the consequences could’ve been dire.

Why would Darren bother pretending that he didn’t know anything?

They were all gangsters, after all. Such a pretense was meaningless.

A high-tech extract within an expensive blood gem?

If it turned out that this wasn’t the Flynn family’s doing, Avel was prepared to behead himself!

Avel glared coldly at Darren. “I’ll give you one more chance, Darren. Admit to what you did, and I’ll let you live.”

“If you wait for me to spill the beans for you, then you won’t have another chance to open up shop anymore. You just wait for someone to get you a casket!”

A grave look flashed across Darren’s face, but he was quick on his wits. He chuckled lightly. “I really don’t know what I did wrong. Please, tell me!”

Naturally, there were some things Darren just couldn’t admit to.

Avel smiled coldly and waved his hand. One of his subordinates brought over a suitcase to the counter and opened it.

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