The Amazing Marcus Puth

Sixty

Adams sat in his private room, observing the scene unfold before him. To his astonishment, Marcus, whom he had instructed his men to handle, was seated in the chair, bearing scars that only became apparent upon closer inspection.

Adams' eyes widened in disbelief; he was certain he had given orders to dispose of Marcus. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed the geng leader's number, but the call went unanswered. The silence only added to Adams' growing unease and confusion.

Adams dialed the number again, and this time, the leader answered.

"Bastard, where the fuck are you?" Adams growled.

The voice on the other end replied, "Sir, sir, he escaped from our hands. We're looking for him." Adams let out a furious hiss.

"The bastard is at the club. Send your men here," he commanded.

The voice responded, "Yes, sir," before ending the call.

Adams tossed his phone aside, frustrated. He hadn't anticipated the situation taking such an unexpected turn. "This is crazy," he groaned, rubbing