Chapter 363

Bruce glanced at the bank card and scoffed. "How do I know if this card has five million? I want cash!" Hera replied, "You guys can go check." "It takes at least an hour to get to town and another hour back. By the time we return, who knows where you'll have run off to?" sneered one of the thugs, a rat-faced man. Hera stayed silent. "Can't you send one person while the rest wait here?" Everly suggested. "No way. Besides Bruce, none of us have a driver's license." Hera silently questioned why they suddenly cared about obeying the law. "What do you want?" Hera asked coldly, her eyes locked on Bruce. She knew they were just stalling. "The deadline's passed, and you haven't got the cash. I'll have to take something from her to settle the score." Bruce pointed his machete threateningly at Catherine. The blade glinted menacingly. "You!" Wayne tightened his grip on his kitchen knife. Hera's gaze darkened. "So, you're not here to collect a debt. You're here to kill somebody