It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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The room fell into an unsettling silence. The only sounds were the bound man’s ragged breathing and the quiet clicking of the gun as the dark-haired man—Suga—spun it effortlessly between his fingers. The cold amusement in his gaze sent waves of terror crashing through his captive.
Suga exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You don’t know?" His voice was laced with disappointment, his fingers tapping lazily against the metal of the gun. "Tsk. Lying to me is a mistake you won’t live long enough to regret."
"I swear, I’m not lying!" the man sobbed, his body convulsing with fear. "I have no idea what I did to—"
A sharp crack echoed through the room as Suga’s hand lashed out, striking the man across the face. His head snapped to the side, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
"Now, see," Suga murmured, tilting his head as if studying a puzzle. "That was for wasting my time."
The captive whimpered, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.
"You still don’t remember?" Suga continued, stepping back slightly. "Let me refresh your memory."
He turned to one of his men, who wordlessly stepped forward and placed a sleek black folder onto the table nearby. Suga flipped it open, scanning the contents before selecting a photograph. He held it up, turning it so the bound man could see.
The color drained from the man’s face. His entire body stiffened.
Suga smirked. "Ah, I see that jogged your memory."
The photo showed a man—one of Suga’s own—lying in a pool of blood. Bullet holes riddled his chest, his eyes lifeless and open.
"You betrayed me," Suga said flatly, the amusement in his tone vanishing. "You fed information to my enemies. Because of you, one of my men is dead." He leaned in again, his voice a mere whisper, but somehow deadlier than any shout. "And you think I’ll just let that slide?"
The captive shook his head violently, panic overtaking him. "No! No, I didn’t! I swear, it wasn’t me!"
Suga let out a slow, almost pitying sigh. "Loyalty," he mused, tracing the barrel of the gun along the man’s jaw. "Do you know what that means?"
The man nodded frantically, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Yes! Yes, I do! I swear, I never—"
"Wrong answer."
Suga pulled the trigger.
Click.
The man flinched violently, his scream lodged in his throat. But no bullet came.
