Chapter 35 The Silence of Death

• Damian's crew of over a dozen men, all dressed in black, simultaneously drew their handguns. The sharp clicks of the triggers loading echoed in the quiet room as the cold barrels pointed straight at Eric.
• With a cigar dangling from his lips, Damian calmly watched one of his men step forward to light it. He took a deep drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and nonchalantly pointed at Eric as he spoke, his voice laced with mockery.
• "Eric, do you honestly think I'd come here without being ready?" Damian sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.