Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Lucian walked into the place. It was a huge, abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Lucian’s status.
A neat chair was set for him, and Lucian calmly sat down. More men stood in the room, each with a gun in hand, while the ones on their knees were unarmed.
Behind Lucian were three other men in black suits. He stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun.
Lucian grinned at the gun — a menacing grin which was the only kind the men in the room ever saw on the face of their boss.
Without uttering a single word, Lucian shot one of the men; he dropped down dead.
The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm.
“There... He looks better dead and gone, and y
