Chapter 1596:

Even so, the bound-up assassins glared at Rhys with bloodshot eyes, their faces twisted with unbridled hatred. They were like caged beasts, desperate for a taste of vengeance but utterly powerless to claim it.

Unfortunately for them, before they had been delivered here, Brodie had taken the liberty of dislocating each of their jaws. Their fury was suffocating, but all they could do was seethe in silence.

Brodie Chapman—Rhys’ most trusted right-hand man in the Sovereign of the Underworld. A ghost in the shadows, rarely seen, never openly associated with Rhys. Their paths had not crossed in three years.

Now, standing before him, Brodie lowered his head with unwavering respect.

“Mr. Green, how would you like me to handle them?”

Rhys turned the key, the low growl of the engine slicing through the heavy air. He barely spared the assassins a glance before murmuring in a voice soft as silk but cold as death, “Kill them all.”

“Understood.”

his eyes dissipated like mist at dawn, leaving behind nothing but a chilling emptiness. A shiver ran down

bobbed slightly as he exhaled. A flicker of

a mercy that you

a dagger from his waist, slit the assassins’ throats, and took out a lighter and oil from his pocket,

realization eluded him. It was only at the end, when a peculiar impulse overtook him, that he discreetly snapped a photo of her back and

usually inscrutable eyes—something playful, almost girlish. It was a fleeting moment, but Barry, who happened to glance her

Barry a sidelong look, as indifferent as the moon gazing upon the waves. Then, with

resemble me a

was her, choosing instead to weave an air of ambiguity. After hitting send, she pocketed her phone, effectively shutting out any

go,” Harlee said to Barry, her tone

dared not question her at such a

He nodded obediently.

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