Chapter 182

Victor sat in Clark's office, sipping a glass of whiskey. Clark, Raphael's second in command, leaned back in his chair, eyeing Victor with interest.

"So, Victor, tell me about Bruce," Clark said, his voice smooth. "What's the story with him?"

Victor took a sip of his drink, collecting his thoughts. "Bruce is not someone to be messed with," he said finally. "He's got skills, and he's got a reputation."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "I've heard rumors. But I want to know more. Where did he come from?"

Victor sighed, pulling out the background study he had compiled on Bruce. "Rough childhood," he said. "Grew up on the streets, had to fight to survive. He's been in and out of gangs since he was a kid."

Clark's eyes scanned the report, his expression growing more and more interested.

"And what about his time with Raphael?" Clark asked, his voice sharp.

Victor hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Clark's gaze was piercing, and he knew he had to tell the truth.

"Bruce was loyal," Victor said