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.

swung open, all eyes

“Mr.

you’ve finally come

here today?” the older

to beat around the bush,” Bryson replied as they walked

shut

identify some

forward and placed several photographs on the

Webster, looked over the photos

these individuals

Bryson’s expression remained unchanged.

if they belong to your

studied the pictures, his

around him eyed Bryson

waited calmly for

a pause, Toby finally said, “Yes, the people in these photos are

Since Mr.

has come here, it suggests they’ve

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