Chapter 61
The hideout reeked of sweat, blood, and cheap alcohol, the air thick with tension as Elijah and his crew stormed the base.
The moment they stepped through the threshold, alarms blared, and gang members flooded the halls, weapons drawn.
They were outnumbered but not outmatched.
Elijah didn't hesitate. He looked at his team, nodded, and bolted up the stairs.
His mission was clear—get to the boss. Behind him, his crew held the ground floor, ensuring no one followed him.
Tony gripped a bat, its steel surface stained from previous battles.
His combat style was raw and merciless, every swing aimed to break bone and shatter confidence.
A thug rushed at him with a knife, slashing wildly.
Tony stepped back just enough to dodge before retaliating with a devastating swing to the ribs.
A sickening crunch echoed through the hall as the man dropped, wheezing in pain.
Another came from the side, swinging a metal pipe.
