Chapter 141 Missing Gun

• Callum POV
• The once-glamorous club looks like a war zone. Tables are overturned, shattered glass litters the floor, and spilled drinks glisten under the strobing lights. High-pitched screams and furious shouts blend into a cacophony of sound, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
• Women—dozens of them—are at each other’s throats. Fists flying, nails clawing, and hair being pulled as drinks are tossed in all directions. It’s a full-blown brawl, not some minor scuffle.