At that moment Zane raised his hand.
He didn't say a word. Just a silent hand signal.
But it was enough. Connor understood immediately. He turned without hesitation, walking slowly, deliberately, to Daniel and the three gang leaders still on their knees, eyes full of panic and hopelessness. They began to stutter, to plead again, but no sound escaped as Connor's steps got closer.
Then—swift, clean, the blade flashed three times.
Daniel didn't even have time to scream.
One by one, the heads of the Green Spiders, Yellow Titans, and Barbarians slumped forward, their bodies lifeless before they hit the ground. The silence afterward was suffocating.
The rest of their men dropped fully flat, faces buried into the dirt floor, trembling.
At that moment Connor turned back, his expression as calm as ever.
"Place them in coffins," he said coolly to the men in black suits. "Have them delivered to the Byson family residence."
His eyes narrowed, voice turning sharp like steel.
