Chapter 40

Nobody expected these two women to show any courage. Most thought they would be clinging to each other, too scared to even look up.

Instead, both of the two held their heads high,their eyes calm and unbothered.

Were they so scared that their minds had gone blank?

Right when Tyrone settled on that idea,Emilia leaned back into the sofa and folded her arms,looking perfectly at ease.

With her chin up, she said, "Go on. Give it a try.I promise you'll get exactly what you said."

For a split second, Tyrone lost his scowl. He seemed completely thrown off. He tried to make sense of it. Was she really not scared at all?

"Are you really that clueless about who you're dealing with? One more word out of line, and we'll make sure you vanish without a trace." The henchman's voice rang out, thick with threat. Emilia's eyes stayed sharp as she retorted, "It makes no difference to me. Anyone who tries to lay a finger on me will never leave this place alive."

Tyrone burst out laughing, loud and mocking."You've got no idea who I am, do you? Keep acting tough. You're in for the shock of your life."

The henchman let out a quick laugh and sneered, "Are you really this dumb? Everyone in the underworld knows Tyrone. Go ask around if you don't believe me."

"Oh?" Emilia lifted her eyebrow. "Soon enough,nobody in the underworld will even remember the name Tyrone."

Tyrone shot her a smug look and rolled his neck."You've got a smart mouth. Let's see if you keep it up."

A dangerous light flashed in his eyes as he raised his arm. "Grab them. Bring those two bitches over here. Once I'm finished with them,you all can have your turn-these women are a real prize."

"Thanks, Tyrone!" His crew grinned in approval and moved in without hesitation. Before Emilia could react, the door to the private room flew open with a loud crash. The sound threw everyone off.

Tyrone's face twisted in anger. "Who the hell is messing with me now? Whoever it is, you're finished!"

Words froze in his throat as he suddenly found a gun pointed straight at his face.

Tyrone's menacing look vanished, replaced by pure terror. Survival instincts kicked in, pushing him to grab for his own gun.

A single shot cut him off, shattering his wrist before his hand got anywhere close.

"Ahhh..." A scream escaped him, sharp and raw,while sweat streamed down his face.

He squeezed his bleeding wrist, trying not to buckle from the pain that shot through his body.

In a matter of seconds, his entire crew dropped,each of them groaning and rolling on the floor in agony. Not a single weapon was left untouched. The new arrivals swept through the room, collecting every hidden gun with the swift, practiced movements of professionals.

Casting a wary glance at the women, Tyrone's blood ran cold when he saw them lounging on the sofa, their faces untouched by worry or fear.

Did these attackers come for them?

Tyrone's chest tightened. Teeth chattered uncontrollably as panic threatened to overwhelm him.

Nothing about these invaders resembled the street thugs he was used to. Their eyes were icy and hollow, making every gang boss he'd ever met seem tame by comparison.

He realized there was no escape this time.

Voice barely steady, Tyrone stammered, "Who sent you? What do you want?"

Silence answered him. The group in black split apart, forming a clear aisle through the chaos.

Tyrone could do nothing but watch his henchmen writhe on the floor.

Blocking the way, one groaning thug tried to rise, only to be kicked hard by a stone-faced man in black.

The imnpact sent the one flying into the wall.He hit the floor, coughed up blood, then went limp,completely out cold.

Tyrone's entire body shook. Sweat streamed down his face, soaking through his clothes.

For the first time in his life, he truly believed the end had come for him. Death had never felt so close-like a blade hanging over his neck, just waiting to fall.