Chapter 973: Chapter 973

Chapter 973:

Allison’s face darkened with rage, but she forced herself to stay calm.

“I know, it’s four hundred thousand, right? I’ll pay it, but you have to promise not to hurt anyone!”

The man snickered mockingly. “Big talk. If you could come up with four hundred thousand that easily, why has it taken this long?”

Then another voice joined in.

“Here’s the deal. You give us a hundred and fifty thousand right now, and we’ll send her body back to you. Otherwise, she won’t even have a piece left.”

Before Allison could reply, the phone clicked, and the call ended.

“They really have some nerve,” Allison muttered, her face dark with anger.

With a cold, murderous intent, Allison’s anger burned. No one had ever dared to take someone from her.

Kellan, who had overheard everything, quickly spoke up.

“I can have Sherman get four hundred thousand ready right away.”

“It’s no use. It’s too late,” Allison said, her frown deepening. “Amya’s been taken. Those men are from Shadow Nine, and they’re—”

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“Dangerous.”

Allison quickly pulled up the recording of the call on her phone and played it again.

“Listen. It sounds like a junkyard in the background.”

Kellan listened closely. Sure enough, just before the call ended, he caught the loud roar of heavy machinery.

“It definitely sounds like a junkyard.”

He paused for a moment, then gazed off into the distance.

“I remember there’s a junkyard on the edge of Ontdale. It’s a tough area, full of homeless people and drifters. One of the most dangerous parts of town—people stay away from it if they know what’s good for them.”

Allison took a deep breath.

“Let’s go. We need to get there fast.” Time was running out.

No one had any idea where Amya had been taken. The earlier they found her, the less danger she would be in.

Kellan gave a firm nod. “I told Sherman to lead a group there first to keep an eye on things,” he said.

The pair quickly made their way toward the junkyard.

Allison approached some locals directly and asked, “Can you tell me exactly where the Shadow Nine is located?”

This so-called gang wasn’t a typical street crew; it operated as a debt collection business. They relied on illegal tactics, often ruining the lives of families struggling with debt.

One passerby, speaking in hushed tones, pointed toward the southwest. “You’ll find them in that courtyard,” he said. “But those folks are trouble. Miss, you two need to stay safe.”

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