Chapter 383 Walking Into The Lion's Den

• Brandon sat stiffly in the back of the van, his hands gripping the strap of his bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
• The enclosed space reeked of sweat and gunmetal, and the silence between him and the armed men around him was suffocating.
• Every time he glanced at them, they remained eerily still, their expressions blank but lethal. Their fingers rested lightly on the triggers of their rifles, a silent warning that any sudden movement could end him in an instant.