Chapter 9 - The Rage of a Traitor
Viktor froze, his face draining of all color as he stared at the smartphone screen. On the display, comments from senior syndicate bosses were flooding in, filled with outrage and death threats.
"You trap-setting bitch!" Viktor screamed, dropping the bandage bottle as he drew a silenced pistol from his shoulder holster.
He aimed the gun directly at Clare’s head.
Little Oliver gasped, hugging his teddy bear tightly as he ducked behind the sofa.
"Shoot her!" Viktor roared to his three enforcers. "Kill them all! We take the building by force!"
But before Viktor’s finger could squeeze the trigger, a massive, tattooed hand shot out like a iron vise.
Sebastian grabbed Viktor’s wrist, twisting it upward with terrifying, savage force.
CRACK!
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Viktor let out a blood-curling scream as his wrist snapped instantly. The pistol clattered harmlessly onto the marble floor.
👉 What miraculous physical feat did Sebastian perform right in front of his guards?
