Chapter 88: Life Should Be Celebrated with Rituals

Griffin peeked around the alley and waved back at his companions.

Little Bansey immediately ran out carrying a sack, heading straight for the car parked by the roadside.

Sidlin, who was stuffed inside the sack, had completely lost consciousness and didn't struggle at all, allowing them to smoothly stuff him into the trunk.

Then, Little Bansey slipped into the driver's seat, while Edward and Griffin climbed into the back seat.

The female pastry chef sitting in the passenger seat hadn't even reacted before Little Bansey slammed on the gas pedal.

Hum.

Amidst the roaring of the engine, the car shot out.

Following the plan they had on the way there, the car took several turns, eventually stopping in an alley behind Black Pepper Street.

"How did it go?"

The moment the car stopped, the female pastry chef immediately asked.

"Everything went smoothly,"

Edward said.

Little Bansey blinked, still unclear how Jason had identified Sidlin instead of the original 'Dog Paw' Brooke.