Before starting my journey, I glanced at all the camera feeds one more time. Only the underground garage camera showed any activity.
In the video feed, a black Mercedes-Benz G63 drove into the underground garage and parked in the VIP spot next to mine.
I stopped booking my ticket and couldn't help but smile.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a black mandarin-collar suit stepped out.
He looked to be in his fifties, his hair meticulously combed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He appeared refined and scholarly, yet his eyes held nothing but cold indifference.
William Sterling. He owned the city's largest nightclub and had connections in both legal and underground circles.
While presenting himself as a legitimate businessman, he effectively controlled half the city's gray-marke
