The laugh served as a reminder for Harry—they weren't old men. All of them were in their twenties.
Squirming from pain, the man cursed.
Jessie ignored the man and sat on one of the chairs, Confidence leaking from her personality.
"Welcome to our group," Ray greeted.
"Now, you… why are you here?" Ray asked Harry.
Harry was now relaxed—Jessie was one of the leaders. He hadn't expected anything extraordinary, but at least his minor problems would be solved.
"He is with me," Jessie said.
"No… no… I'm good. I'll just see if I can find my friends and will pay on time," Harry said and left. He didn't bother to take permission from Ray.
He needed to speed up his progress—how powerless he was against someone like Ray. And he was sure Ray wasn't even the most powerful on the planet.
Harry decided—he had no time. He hadn't taken enough risks; playing it safe would eventually kill him.
He could keep hiding but luck would run out eventually.
