Chapter 4: The Live Stream of Deceit
Instead of tightening his grip or silencing her pleas with violence, the man suddenly froze. His eyes dropped from her terrified face to his own hand, where a smartphone had dropped or was now held in his palm.
The screen glowed brightly in the dim vault, casting eerie blue light across his sharp jawline and neck tattoos. Displayed clearly on the screen was a live video feed—broadcasting every single second of the confrontation to an unknown receiver on the outside. The betrayal was absolute, documented in real-time for rival syndicates or law enforcement to consume.
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His breathing slowed, turning into a chilling, measured rhythm of absolute fury. The elegance of the navy suit and the luxury wristwatch could no longer mask the apex predator beneath. He looked back up at her, his voice dropping to a low, lethal register that cut deeper than any blade.
“Who bought you, traitor?” he demanded coldly, the weight of the question hanging in the confined space like a death sentence.
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