Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter 155

"Arrange the dead bodies and package them in nylons, you know the normal way," Mr. Shawn's voice was a low rumble, tinged with a mixture of resignation and regret. "It's sad that we have to butcher our own, but we cannot afford to leave any evidence behind. Get it ready to dispose of the bodies at midnight."

With a heavy sigh, Mr. Shawn turned away, his mind consumed by the weight of the task that lay ahead. Though he loathed the necessity of such actions, he knew that they could ill afford to leave any trace of their involvement in the events that had unfolded. In the cutthroat world of organized crime, weakness was a luxury they could not afford.

As his enforcers set to work, the compound was filled with the sound of shuffling feet and muttered curses, the grim task of disposing of the bodies weighing heavily upon them. With each body carefully wrapped and prepared for disposal, the air grew thick with the stench of death, a grim reminder of the brutal reality of their chosen profes