At that moment the gang boss's legs trembled violently, his entire body breaking into a cold sweat. His mind was racing, his breath uneven. This—this couldn't be happening. He had just barked at someone who belonged to the inner circle of the underground society?
Without being told he knew his entire family could be wiped off the surface of the earth for this.
At that moment Every rule, every unwritten law of the underground world, echoed in his skull. The inner circle wasn't just feared—they were the unseen kings, the real power hidden beneath the shadows. They could decide a person's fate with a single word.
Then he swallowed hard, his throat tightening.
His instincts screamed at him to retreat, run or do something.
At that moment in time slowly—without realizing it—he took a step backward. Then another.
Zane tilted his head, watching him with an unreadable expression. His voice remained level, but the weight behind his words was suffocating.
