Chapter 339

Chapter 339

The warehouse was thick with the stale air of smoke and the sharp scent of alcohol. As Williams and the thug he had spared entered, supporting his unconscious brother, a ripple of tension spread through the place.

The two thugs who had initially ran away scrambled to their feet and began pointing at Williams while saying something to the others.

About fifteen people were scattered around the room—some drinking, others smoking, and a few sniffing something stronger. They all turned their attention to Williams, who ignored their wide-eyed stares as he laid the unconscious thug against the wall.

Silence filled the room, heavy and expectant. Williams straightened up, scanning the crowd of new recruits. His voice cut through the silence like a knife.

“Will you not help him? Your friend here is dying,” he said coldly, gesturing to the barely-breathing thug slumped by the wall.

But no one moved. They shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting to each other, clearly intimidated. None of
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