Ethan walked beside Axel. "They resisted interrogation. Stubborn. But scared. Still, stubborn. Don’t worry, boss, I didn’t hurt them much... only scared them a little."
Axel’s voice was chilling, "They won’t be stubborn for long."
"Yes, boss." Ethan’s eyes darkened. Then he opened the door before them. "After you..." He said playfully.
Axel’s eyes narrowed, but his heart did not race. His breath did not quicken.
What lived inside him now was not panic or grief. It was retribution. A slow, lethal force. A promise to avenge his wife and child.
Inside, under a single flickering bulb, six n knelt on the concrete floor.
Their hands were tied behind their backs. Faces bruised, clothes torn. Their eyes darted up when Axel entered.
Recognition hit them like a physical blow.
Their expressions twisted into fear.
So shrank back. So trembled. One whimpered. As if they recognized the man before them, he ca not only to ask for information but also to collect their lives.
Axel stood before them, saying nothing.
Silence hung in the room like smoke. The one bulb flickered overhead, throwing jagged shadows on the cracked concrete floor.
His gaze swept over the six kneeling n. Cold. rciless.
For a mont, the world held its breath.
Then, with a voice too calm for the situation, Axel asked, "Who ordered you to kill my wife?"
His words were enough to silence them all. And instantly, the warehouse’s temperature seed to drop below zero.
Even Ethan shifted beside Axel, instinctively bracing as if that voice alone could shatter his bones.
None of the n answered.
They stared at one another, silently begging soone else to speak up.
Seconds stretched.
Their throats bobbed as they swallowed fear, but no sound ca. The air was so thick you could choke on it.
They looked like n trying to form words while standing at the edge of a cliff, too terrified to jump.
Axel’s eyes narrowed, and for the briefest mont, the corner of his lip twitched. It wasn’t quite a smile. It was sothing darker.
His gaze sharpened, so sharp it felt like it could peel skin from bone.
Every heartbeat in the room seed to stop.
Still no answer.
Axel slowly lifted his hand toward Ethan. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to voice what he needed. Ethan imdiately placed a gun in Axel’s palm.
No hesitation.
No question.
Axel spun the gun in his hand once, a graceful, effortless motion, and aid it directly at the bald man in the center.
BANG!
The blast echoed like thunder in a tomb.
A strangled scream tore from soone’s throat, but Axel didn’t flinch. The bald man’s body flew backward and hit the floor with a sickening thud. Blood misted the air for a mont before splattering like rain across the concrete.
The sll of iron spread quickly.
The man convulsed once. Twice. Then he stilled.
Silence lingers.
The remaining five stared in horror, eyes wide, pupils shaking. Their breath ca in ragged gasps.
One man sobbed.
Another went pale as chalk.
The realization hit them like a punch to the lungs. This man before them wasn’t bluffing. He wasn’t threatening. He was promising.
Axel didn’t so much as blink. The gun hung loosely from his hand, like it weighed nothing at all.
"I won’t repeat my question," he said, voice hollow of rcy.
His gaze drifted across the five remaining n, studying them like they were insects pinned under glass. One by one, he looked them in the eyes.
"Who ordered you?"
A shaky voice finally broke.
"Sir, I—I’m just the truck driver. I don’t know who—"
BANG!
The shot cut him off mid-sentence.
The driver slumped sideways, body folding in on itself like a puppet with severed strings. Blood pooled around his head. His friend didn’t even have ti to scream.
Now there were four.
Axel exhaled, a slow breath through his nose, as if the deaths had taken nothing from him, as if killing was rely a step on his to-do list.
His voice ca again, deadly quiet. "Every lie you tell buys another bullet."
Ethan, watching from the side, felt sothing cold grip his spine. He had seen Axel angry and seen him ruthless. But this? This was sothing else.
This was a man whose world had shifted. Who had lost sothing irreplaceable. And this man would mind burning the earth to get his revenge.
The room grew even colder as no one in the room dared to make a sound.
One of the remaining n finally snapped. He raised his hand as if ask Axel’s attention.
When Axel finally saw him, he blurted, "We never see him in person, but the man who paid us speaks to a man nad Shadow Wolf. I swear god, we didn’t know anything more. This is the only information we can give you..."
Axel lowered the gun a fraction. ’Shadow Wolf?’ He thought. His jaw tightened.
"Continue," he commanded.
"The man who paid us is Brother Mo. He orders us to cause a car accident and make sure no one is alive.
"Yes, sir. We only know the na "Shadow Wolf" but have never t this person directly. If you don’t believe us, you can check my phone," said one of the n with a scar on his face. "Please have rcy, sir. Just look at my phone... you’ll see everything. I recorded it with Brother Mo, who guides us."
Axel turns to Ethan and asks him to check their information.
Then he waits for Ethan in the corner while his mind drifts to Evelyn. His expression grows somber once more.
"Sir," Ethan’s voice pulled Axel from his mind, "we got the evidence in their phone..." He said.
Axel glanced at the four n, one by one, before turning to Ethan. "Kill them all," he said. "I no longer need them!"
His voice was enough to shock the four remaining gangsters. They tried to plead with Axel, but Ethan was too good to take orders from his boss.
Without a blink, four shots echo through the room, and just like that, those four people lie motionless on the ground.
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