The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko's body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here.
Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn't dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.
Ziko had betrayed him; sold him out, after everything. Secrets passed to Geret, the bastard running dirty counter deals across the East. And for what? A woman? A
