Chapter 119

The driver stood at the mouth of the alley, unmoved by the lingering stench of blood or the echo of broken bones behind him. He lit a cigarette, his eyes cold, his heartbeat steady-as if scenes like this were nothing more than routine.

By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, the screaming had stopped.

The head of the Ironfang's security unit approached cautiously, bloodstained and bre