"Yes, sir!" The two masked men bowed respectfully before turning and leaving the office.
As Viper watched his two enforcers depart, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. He paced the room, pulled out a dagger, and slit open a writhing burlap sack in the corner. Inside, Caden, the deputy manager of Dragon Bank, lay covered in blood, his face filled with terror as he looked up at Viper.
Viper reached in and yanked the rag out of Caden's mouth, then traced the dagger lightly along his neck. "Do you know how shameful I was today? You messed up the job I gave you. I think you must have a death wish!"
"Please, Mr. Viper! Spare me! Spare my life!" Caden begged, straining to pull his head back as far as he could. "I swear, it wasn't that I didn't want to do it. The order came directly from the head
