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Chapter 121: Prove It!
The door of the white van suddenly slid wide open, revealing the empty interior of the vehicle. Inside, there was not a single person seating. Inside, all I could even see was empty seats and dramatic yellow-gold colored curtains flowing over the window panes that were tinted with black sheets of glasses. As I continued scanning for what was inside, I came to realize that there was a huge black backpack seating over the last seat of the queue. And then, right when I was about to divert my gaze, the door of the driver’s seat suddenly slid, too. It was only then when we heard a voice that commanded us to get inside before anyone else, according to the voice, could see us. “Hop in. We ain’t got no time to meddle here. Y’all should know that I was kinda in a hurry also,” the anonymous, unfamiliar, and discreet voice suddenly said. Judging from the way he spoke, I must say that he was a British.
As what was advised to us by the confidant
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