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    “Argh! Stop hitting me! Please, just stop!”


    “It hurts so much… I swear I don’t know anything… Please…”


    “We wouldn’t dare wreck Mrs. Wall’s studio… We’re innocent…”


    The intive sounds echoed off the factory walls.


    Eight thugsy bound on the floor, their faces swollen and marred by blood and grime, their expressions one of abject misery.


    Encircling them were a dozen of Noah’s bodyguards, d in ck suits, who wielded steel pipes and clubs with ruthless efficiency.


    “Tell me, who sent you?” Samuel demanded harshly, standing to the side with his arms crossed.


    As Noah’s right-hand man, Samuel managed not just business affairs but also Noah’s security and the darker, more secretive aspects. ustomed to dealing with the grim realities of his role, Samuel had be cold and calcting, devoid of sympathy for those who threatened Noah’s domain.


    “We… we honestly don’t know…”


    “We’re just small-time thugs, used to hassling local businesses and brawling… We wouldn’t dare cross the Wall Group.”


    “We’re truly innocent… Please, show us some mercy…”


    The leader pleaded, his face bruised and swollen beneath bandaged wraps, tears streaming down his cheeks. Known on the streets as “Scarface,” he had a reputation for his arrogance and for bullying the weak. Today, however, he faced a grave reversal of fortune. He never envisioned such a dire predicament.


    “Still acting tough, huh?” Samuel sneered, his impatience evident. He nodded to the bodyguards.


    “Continue until they confess.”


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    “Understood, Mr. Ford,” the bodyguards replied in unison, their strikes resonating through the air.


    “Bang! Bang! Bang!”


    “Ah…”


    Groans of pain and the sound of blunt force filled the factory, a chilling symphony. The thugs were battered severely, their features almost unrecognizable.


    “I’ll talk… we were paid to trash Sadie Hudson’s studio…”


    “Yeah, it was just for the money… we don’t even know who Sadie Hudson is…”


    “Please… spare us… It won’t happen again…”


    Under severe duress, the thugs capitted, pleading for mercy.


    “Who hired you?” Samuel’s tone was icy as he narrowed his eyes.


    “It was…” Scarface began, then hesitated, his eyes widening with fear. He mmed up, terrified. Speaking that person’s name meant not only his death but danger to his family as well.


    He knew the person’s cruelty firsthand—a ruthlessness far exceeding the pain inflicted now.


    “Speak! Who sent you?”


    Seeing Scarface hesitate, Samuel grew even more certain of arger conspiracy at y.


    He stepped forward, seized Scarface by the cor, and hoisted him off the ground, demanding fiercely, “Talk now! Or it ends here for you!”


    Scarface shivered, hisplexion ghostly. He opened his mouth but failed to speak the name.


    “Bang!”


    Suddenly, the factory door burst open with a resounding crash, jolting everyone inside.


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