"You lost the combat… now you must die." Scott stated coldly. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.BANG!Blood splattered across the ground as the bullet tore through Podrick’s skull, his lifeless body crumpling to the dirt. Scott watched in silence for a moment, his gaze impassive as he observed the corpse at his feet. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and strode toward his truck.Lee and Evelyn stood waiting beside the vehicle. Evelyn’s breath hitched as she saw Scott approaching, a cold sweat trickling down her face. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but she knew it was pointless.Scott came to a halt just a few paces away."You fought well, boss," Lee commented, offering a slight bow of respect."I wouldn't call that a fight," Scott replied dismissively before shifting his piercing gaze toward Evelyn. "Now that I'm done with Podrick, what do I do with you?" He said.Evelyn swallowed hard, her body frozen under his scrutiny. Her lips trembled, but she for

"Ahhhh!" The man screamed as he began to fall, and as his body plummeted through the air, the Concrete Men swiftly shifted their guns toward him and opened fire.However, the moment their attention wavered, Wang Jian's men surged out of the mansion like a wave, their weapons raised, unleashing a relentless barrage of gunfire. The sudden ambush caught the Concrete Men off guard, bullets tearing through their ranks as they scrambled for cover. Blood splattered across the pavement, bodies collapsing like marionettes with severed strings.Despite the chaos unfolding outside, Feng remained inside one of the mansion’s rooms, watching from the second-floor window. A smirk tugged at his lips, his expression void of remorse. He had just sacrificed one of his own, yet there was no flicker of guilt in his cold, calculating eyes. To him, it was nothing more than a necessary move on the chessboard of war.Down below, the gunfight intensified. Wang Jian's men continued their relentless advance, the

Lee advanced cautiously through the compound, his every step deliberate, his senses on high alert. Beside him, Evelyn trudged forward, her hands still bound with thick rope, preventing any potential mischief. His grip tightened around his guns, both hands firm, fingers ready to pull the trigger at the slightest sign of trouble. His eyes swept across the dimly lit compound, scanning for any hidden threats lurking in the shadows."Why do you keep looking around like that? I already told you, there's no one here," Evelyn muttered, her voice laced with impatience."And I'm supposed to trust someone who hasn't set foot in this place for days?" Lee scoffed but kept his gaze fixed ahead, particularly on the entrance of the mansion, which loomed just a few paces away."I might not have been here recently, but I definitely know how things work. If the gate was locked with a code, it means no one’s inside," Evelyn bellowed with a frown, clearly irritated by his distrust."Maybe you're right," L

Lee lay motionless on the cold, bloodstained floor, a dagger buried deep in his leg. His arms, once his greatest tools in battle, were now nothing more than limp, broken limbs, oozing blood from deep gashes. He struggled to push himself up, his body trembling violently with exhaustion, but it was futile. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move—his strength had long since abandoned him.He had given it his all. Every ounce of skill, every last reserve of energy—yet it had amounted to nothing. Not a single scratch on that bastard.It was as if Teshidere wasn’t even human.The man’s speed was unnatural, his strength monstrous. But worst of all, it felt like he could anticipate every attack before it even happened, like he was reading Lee’s mind in the heat of battle. As much as Lee hated to admit it, he knew the truth deep down—he never stood a chance. The fight had ended long before it even began."I’m sorry… Boss… I failed you… I couldn’t rescue Sandro. You trusted me… and I fail

Scott stood over Feng's lifeless body, his gaze lingering for several moments. His chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, but his mind churned with the weight of everything that had transpired. Finally, without a word, he turned on his heel and walked away, descending the grand staircase toward the chaos still unfolding below.The battle was nearing its end. The air was thick with gunpowder, the scent of blood mingling with the acrid stench of burnt metal. The echoes of gunfire had grown sporadic, each shot punctuating the inevitable conclusion. The Concrete Men moved with precision, their fingers squeezing the triggers one final time, sending the last of Wang Jian’s men collapsing to the floor in a symphony of dull thuds.Then, silence.It was an eerie, suffocating quiet, interrupted only by the ragged breaths of the surviving Concrete Men as they wiped the sweat from their brows, their adrenaline still surging. Some of them began pacing the battlefield, kicking over bodies t