Victor sat in the dimly lit club, his face twisted in fury. Without warning, he hurled the glass of liquor at the floor, shattering it into pieces. His boys stood nearby, frozen in place.
He shouted, "Why couldn't you catch a little kid, huh?!"
One of the men stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, we had everything set. We waited in front of the college to kidnap him, but… someone else was already watching that kid. They pointed a gun at our heads. We had no choice but to leave. They looked too dangerous."
Victor's eyes widened with rage. He slapped the boy hard across the face. "Get out. All of you—get out!"
The men quickly exited the room, leaving Victor alone with his boiling anger. Now, he had no choice left… he would have to surrender to Bast.
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Next Day…
