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The terror in the eyes of the man bound to the pillar was palpable. He trembled uncontrollably, his gaze betraying both the deep regret of his past actions and the paralyzing fear of imminent death. Standing before him was the harbinger of his end: V, the ruthless mafia king of Asia.

Clad in a sleek black suit, V's cold, merciless eyes bored into the condemned man, shooting daggers that promised nothing but pain. "Poor" might not be the most fitting word to describe him, considering the weight of his sins. This man, after all, had carried out his orders without hesitation, unleashing hell on earth at the command of his boss, Jack.

Every mafia syndicate in the region was hell-bent on capturing Jack, but true to his spineless nature, he went into hiding, vanishing into the shadows like the coward he is.

The entire country was buzzing with the news, and the audacious attack became the hottest topic of discussion everywhere. The attempted assassination at the mansion of one of Asia's most powerful businessmen was nothing short of a national scandal, and every news channel made it their top headline.

The gravity of the situation couldn't be overstated—such an attack was not a minor incident to be brushed aside. The police have launched an intense investigation, combing through every possible lead, but so far, they've turned up nothing.

Yet, despite their lack of findings, the truth is glaringly obvious to everyone—we all know exactly who the real mastermind is. Jack may be hiding, but his guilt is as clear as day.

The man’s face was drenched in sweat, each droplet falling as a testament to the agony he had endured. His condition was far more horrifying than anyone could have imagined. The torment he had been subjected to was beyond hellish, a brutal onslaught that had shattered both his body and spirit.

They had tortured him relentlessly—subjecting him to electric shocks that seared his nerves, ripping out his nails with ruthless precision, and bludgeoning him with baseball bats and iron rods. His bones had been shattered, his flesh torn open, leaving him a broken and bleeding shell of a man. The pain he had suffered was indescribable, a level of cruelty that defied comprehension.

V gripped the gun tightly, raising it with a cold precision to aim directly at the man's heart. Normally, he would have delivered a clean shot to the center of the forehead—a swift, merciless end.

But this time, he chose the heart, a place where pain lingers before death claims its due. The memory of Heaven's hospital moments flashed through his mind; the agony in her eyes, the labored breaths, and the torment she endured had haunted him ever since. V’s rage was fueled by every sob that had escaped her lips, by every tear that had traced down her cheeks, and now he was ready to exact vengeance for all the suffering she had been forced to bear.

"You had the audacity to shoot the one I would kill and die for." V snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "You dared to hurt the one who is everything to me, the very essence of my existence. For her, I would unleash hell and suffer the fires of damnation. This is the price you pay for crossing that line."

The deafening roar of the gunshot tore through the desolate air of the mafia base, reverberating off the walls like a scream from hell itself. The man, wide eyes with terror, closed his eyes in surrender, never to open them again. A sharp, anguished cry erupted from his lips, and a few final tears slipped away. His body stopped moving, the last breath escaping him as silence once again filled the room.