Inside the clean and tidy room, which looked as though it had been meticulously polished like a work of art, there should have been an atmosphere of absolute peace and tranquility. Instead, a deeply jarring scene unfolded, shattering the previous stillness like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake.
A thin layer of cold sweat still coated the Mafia boss's forehead from the sudden strain on his wound. He twisted his body with agonizing difficulty, every movement demanding every ounce of his remaining strength. With immense effort, he slowly turned around to face the direction of the startling crash, his eyes filled with worry and urgency. In his heart, he silently prayed that the doctor hadn't been injured, otherwise things would become terribly complicated.
When he finally managed to turn his head, the sight before him made his eyes widen in utter disbelief. His henchman, who had originally possessed the imposing stature of an iron tower, was now lying flat on his back. That robust body lay there lifelessly, completely still—like a puppet stripped of its soul, or a corpse stripped of its breath.
Chapter 193