Mr. Connor walked in behind them, hands in his coat pockets, his expression was unreadable.
By the time they were done entering, the warehouse was full. Over a hundred men surrounded the space, forming a wall of silence and power around Zane. Not a single one needed to speak.
From their posture alone, anyone with eyes could tell—these weren't just bodyguards. These were elite enforcers, Killers, Legends whispered in dark corners.
And they all answered to him.
At that moment Daniel, and the other gang bosses, and their men were completely boxed in. Trapped. Their legs gave way. The air seemed to freeze around them.
This was no longer fear. This was a burial in real time.
At that moment They didn't know what to say anymore.
When the last man stepped into position, more silence ruled the warehouse.
