Ian and his henchmen dragged the three of them into a tiny alley on the edge of Manhattan in New York.
There were simply too many vagrants in the United States.
They searched a few intersections before finding a deserted alley. Their goal wasn't to kill these three. If it were, they wouldn't have dragged them here. They just wanted a spot close to a hospital to dump them.
If someone happened to die on the street, it wouldn't be much of a problem, but they didn't see the need to spend unnecessary money.
A few cars blocked both ends of the alley.
Ian got out of the vehicle.
"Dump them."
The command came from Ian.
The three men were hauled out of the car, feeling a bit better after their intense pain had eased somewhat, but it was only less intense compared to that soul-piercing pain experienced briefly before. They still hurt badly, but it was bearable.
