Chapter 61

The old factory was thick with the smell of blood. Outside, a mastiff went wild at the noise, its howls growing scarier by the second, enough to send shivers down everyone's spine.

Elio watched from the sidelines with a cool detachment, impressed by Felix and his crew. They were proving to be top-notch bodyguards, handling the thugs with no sweat. He was pretty pleased with their performance.

However, there was one guy who did not get the memo, a scruffy man with a hint of a beard, trying to pull a fast one. He crept up to Elio, flicked open a switchblade, and lunged for his chest with a chilling flash of metal. Elio, spotting the sneak out of the corner of his eye, dodged the blade with a quick sidestep, grabbed the guy's wrist with an iron grip, yanked the knife away, and jabbed it into his shoulder before stepping back to avoid the blood spray.

The move was lightning-fast and brutal; the bearded guy did not stand a chance. He screamed, clutching his bleeding shoulder, staggeri