Bryson eyed the heavy door ahead but remained silent.

Shortly after, the woman reappeared.

“Mr.

Mitchell, the boss is ready to meet you now.

“Let’s go,” Bryson said, taking the lead.

Dotson and Maloney exchanged wary looks before trailing behind him.

They passed through several ornately designed iron doors until they reached a room.

It was guarded by two serious-looking men in suits.

The woman opened the door.

Inside, a man in his fifties sat on a sofa surrounded by five younger men.

Two were smoking, one sat at the far end of the sofa, and three with noticeable scars on their faces and arms stood nearby.

the door swung open, all eyes fixed on

“Mr.

finally come to see

here today?” the older

one to beat around the bush,” Bryson replied as

shut

to identify some individuals,”

moved forward and placed several photographs on the

center, Toby Webster, looked

have these individuals done

Bryson’s expression remained unchanged.

just need to know if they

the pictures, his expression

eyed Bryson carefully,

calmly for

“Yes, the people in these photos are part of my

Since Mr.

has come here, it suggests they’ve caused some

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