Vincent moved swiftly through the dimly lit hallways of the sprawling mansion, his footsteps nearly silent against the plush carpet.
He could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest. The events of the past hour were replayed in his mind in a rapid, disjointed sequence: the struggle with Xu, the flash of the knife, the deafening c***k of the g*n.
The shock in Xu’s eyes as he fell to the ground, the life draining from him. Vincent hadn’t meant for it to escalate that far.
It was supposed to be a simple confrontation, a message. But things had gone horribly wrong, and now he had to cover his tracks.
He clutched the knife and g*n tightly in his hands, both smeared with Xu’s blood. He knew he had to get rid of them, and quickly.
The mansion
