Aron Jackson had weathered many storms, but at this moment even he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
He wasn't familiar with Bane Cook, but he had heard of the other man's name.
Today, upon meeting him, he realized that this man was even more ruthless than he had imagined.
As for Julius Reed, he didn't feel much of anything.
Traitors generally met with very miserable fates.
Titan Group spent a huge budget to sustain them every year, and yet they ended up stabbing them in the back, helping outsiders kill their own bread and butter. Such people deserved to die.
"Going to talk or not?"
Bane Cook, holding Winston Pendleton's head in one hand, asked emotionlessly.
In his other hand, a knife was still dripping with fresh blood.
"Heh! Bane Cook, I'm a man too. Since I took the money, I was prepared to meet death! Come on, don't fucking make me look down on you!"
Winston Pendleton's face was pale, his clothes already soaked with blood.
