Chapter 843

As Cirold stepped from the vehicle, the crowd of armed enforcers watched him with a mix of reverence and awe, their faces etched with respect for the man who commanded their unwavering loyalty.

A henchman with an air of authority approached Cirold, bowing deeply with utmost respect. "Boss, the crew's all here, just waiting on your word!"

Cirold's gaze cut like a blade through the crowd of toughs encircling the Oceanic Hotel, a satisfied glint in his eye. A smirk played on his lips as he commanded, "Excellent! Fetch Liam for me. His time's up today!"

"Understood!"

The henchman's voice boomed in agreement. He rallied a group of enforcers, and they stormed the hotel, barreling up to Liam's room on the top floor with unstoppable force.

However, within minutes, the scene turned chaotic. The henchman and his crew were sent flying out the hotel's top-floor windows, cascading down amidst a shower of glass, landing in a gruesome heap before Cirold—lifeless, bloodied.

Cirold's face twisted