Chapter 776

• At that moment, the heavy door to the third floor of the underground dungeon creaked open. A thick, metallic scent filled the air—blood. Gavin stepped inside, his long strides unhurried.
• Despite the dim, oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon, he remained impeccably dressed in a light-colored suit, looking every bit the refined and untouchable young master. His expression was indifferent as his gaze landed on the man shackled to the floor, wrists and ankles bound with heavy chains.
• “I didn’t expect Sam’s men to be this stubborn,” Gavin remarked casually.