Chapter 440:


    Looking at Chris again, the shaven-headed man realized he was staring at apletely different person. Chris exuded a chilling, powerful aura that was terrifying.


    Without sparing him a single nce, Chris issued a quiet, lethal order. “Clean this up. No traces.” His voice was as cold as ice.


    Chris turned on his heel and walked toward the far end of the alley, where a violet glow spilled from the sign of the Neon Dreams Bar. Behind him, muffled pleas and the sickening sounds of fists meeting flesh echoed through the night air.


    “Sir, I was wrong! Please, have mercy!”


    “Stop, stop hitting me! Vince sent us! I was just doing my job!”


    But Chris remained indifferent, walking away without a second look.


    He entered through the bar’s side entrance, pulling the door shut behind him, sealing the chaos behind cold steel and silence. Inside, he moved quickly through the lounge and vanished down a back corridor.


    At the end of the hallway, he stopped at a narrow panel, pressing his palm against it. A mechanical click sounded, and the wall shifted, revealing a hidden door.


    Chris slipped through, and the passage was tight, dimly lit, and suffocatingly silent. The cavernous room that unfolded was a high-tech undergroundmand hub, pulsing with quiet intensity. Over a hundred people worked inside, monitors blinking and equipment humming. This was Chris’s secret base in Wront—one of many.


    As he stepped inside, someone hurried over, offering a cigarette with both hands. Chris took it without a word. The lighter clicked, and smoke curled from his lips, his expression shifting as his eyes narrowed with focus.


    “When does the shipment clear customs?” he asked, his voice sharp and low.


    “Tomorrow morning. Four A.M.,” the man answered promptly, his toneced with deference.


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    The man motioned toward the far wall. “This way, Mr. Cooper.”


    Chris followed, his eyes locking onto the massive screen now filling the far end of the room.


    Surveince feeds, blinking signals, and satellite maps illuminated the disy, resembling an electric constetion. The man pointed at a pulsing red dot moving steadily across one of the screens. “This is our primary target. We’ve embedded multiple trackers, so even if one ispromised, the others will remain active.”


    Chris exhaled slowly, his breath controlled. “Good. Gather the team,” he ordered. “We’re moving out. Now.”


    Inside the Cooper Mansion, Kolton massaged his temples, feeling the weight of the many concerns that had umted over the past few days.


    Finally, he managed to carve out some time to visit his dear daughter, Mariana. Despite all the trouble she had caused, she remained his favorite child.


    He made his way to her bedroom door and knocked. The broken items had already been reced, and as long as Mariana could settle down, he was willing to rece a few more.


    After waiting for a moment, he received no reply.


    At that moment, a servant happened to walk by. Kolton asked, “Where is Mariana?”


    “Miss Cooper is in the studio,” the servant replied politely.


    “Understood, you may leave,” Kolton said, his brow furrowing slightly as he made his way to the studio.


    When he entered, he found Mariana deeply immersed in her painting. The canvas was alive with vibrant colors and wild strokes, chaotic yet somehowing together beautifully. Red and ck sshes cut through the painting, resembling des slicing through a dreamlike, tumultuous world.


    “Well done,” Koltonplimented, always generous with praise for Mariana.


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