Oliver's expression was stern as he listened to Arshad's fear-filled plea. He knew that Arshad had brought this predicament upon himself by attempting to carry out the contract on his life. When Arshad spoke of his fear for his life, Oliver's response was cold and pragmatic."Protecting yourself is up to you and not me," he said, his tone firm and unyielding. "You got yourself into useless problems, and now you must find a way out. Don't expect me to protect you. You have your own men; use them to find a solution.”With those words, Oliver ended the call abruptly, hanging up the phone. As Oliver hung up the phone, Zelda looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Hubby, is everything alright? Anything wrong?" she asked, sensing that the call might have been troubling.Oliver smiled warmly at her, his features softening. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, a gesture meant to reassure her. "Don't worry, everything is fine," he said, his tone calm and soothing. "Just a mi

As they continued to discuss their strategy, a sudden sense of unease washed over one of the men. He stiffened, his eyes darting around the van as if searching for an unseen threat."Hey, did you guys see that?" he whispered urgently, his voice laced with alarm.The other men glanced at him, their expressions puzzled. "See what?" one of them asked, his brow furrowing in confusion."I saw something move," the man insisted, his voice rising with panic. "It was like lightning, but I couldn't see anyone.”His words hung in the air, the silence that followed thick with tension. The other men exchanged wary glances, their nerves on edge as they scanned their surroundings for any sign of danger."Maybe you're just imagining things," one of them suggested, trying to quell the rising sense of fear.But the man shook his head adamantly. "No, I'm telling you, something's not right. We need to be on high alert.”"Come on, nothing will happen," one of the men scoffed, trying to quell the rising te

Grimacing with agony, the man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, struggling to endure the searing pain that radiated from his wounded thigh. Each breath was a struggle. With a steely glint in her eyes, Vespera withdrew the gun from the man's lips and aimed it at his knee with chilling precision. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled the trigger, the deafening boom of the gunshot reverberating through the air as a bullet tore through the man's knee, shattering bone and tissue with brutal force. The man's scream echoed through the night, his body wracked with agony as he collapsed to the ground, his shattered knee rendering him utterly helpless before Vespera's merciless interrogation. "Where's the address?" Vespera demanded once more, her voice cold. Gulping hard, the man's eyes darted nervously as he struggled to compose himself through the haze of pain and fear. Finally, with a shaky breath, he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "The address... it's..." he