Chapter 12 - the ghost of betrayal
Under the cold blade pressed against his neck, the assassin's psychological defenses completely crumbled. He weakly confessed a name that made Michael's eyes darken completely. It was Lorenzo, his biological uncle and trusted right-hand man.
Lorenzo had secretly collaborated with the Falcone gang to overthrow Michael. The death of little Noah would be the fatal psychological blow, causing Michael to break down and lose his ability to lead this vast underworld empire.
Michael did not say another word, turning and walking out of the musty basement. His murderous aura flared more fiercely than ever. He summoned his entire elite bodyguard squad, men who were absolutely loyal only to him personally.
That very night, a convoy of black armored SUVs headed straight for Lorenzo's luxurious villa. The iron gates were rammed open. Lorenzo's armed guards were caught completely off guard and subdued instantly.
Michael strode into the living room, where his uncle was frantically standing up from the sofa. "What... what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Lorenzo tried to maintain a fake composure, but his voice was trembling.
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"I came to collect a blood debt," Michael coldly pointed the barrel of his gun straight at the center of the traitor's forehead.
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