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    Corrine and Vulture exchanged a brief look before both turned their attention to him.


    Nate remainedposed, one leg crossed over the other, his presence radiating effortless dominance.


    “Skullcrushers won’t take the job,” he continued, locking eyes with Corrine. His voice, deep and unhurried, carried an undeniable certainty.


    Corrine’s lips quirked, a slow, knowing smile forming.


    She had long suspected her fiancé had his fair share of secrets.


    Vulture, however, stiffened. His throat bobbed, his voiceing out rough and hesitant. “You… You’re ck Cobra of Skullcrushers, aren’t you?”


    For years, Red me had reigned supreme in the underworld, its influence unmatched.


    Then, five years ago, out of nowhere, Skullcrushers had risen, establishing its dominance overnight, quelling border unrest with brutal efficiency, and rewriting the rules of power.


    Within six months, the organization had risen through the ranks, establishing itself as one of the most dominant forces in the underworld. Red me and Skullcrushers constantly vied for the top spot.


    ck Cobra, a core figure within Skullcrushers, remained an enigma despite numerous investigations. Every attempt to unmask him led to dead ends, his identity a carefully woven mystery.


    Because of this, he became a legend—feared, untouchable, and the undisputed ruler of the underworld.


    Nate said nothing in response to the revtion. Instead, he reached for a green apple, peeling it without a word. Yet, his silence spoke volumes to Vulture.


    With a heavy sigh, he slumped onto the couch, a wave of frustration washing over him.


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    For years, he had waged war against Skullcrushers, leading his men into countless battles, strategizing, fighting—only to discover that their greatest adversary had be one of their own.


    What kind of twisted joke was this?


    Irritation knotted his brows as he turned to Corrine, his expression unreadable.


    Once, he had taken pride in being the leader of Red me, but now, that pride felt hollow—almostughable.


    Then the private butler entered, bncing a tray of drinks and an assortment of fresh fruits.


    Without hesitation, Vulture grabbed a handful of ice, tossing the cubes into his ss before downing the alcohol in one go.


    The burning liquid scorched his throat, but the sting was a wee distraction from the chaos unraveling in his mind.


    After several rounds of drinks, Vulture and Hawk, arms slung over each other’s shoulders, staggered toward their rooms.


    “Don’t take it so hard,” Hawk said in an attempt at constion. “Think about it—Corrine’s rtionship with Nate puts her right inside the enemy camp. If we y our cards right, we could use this to our advantage and take Skullcrushers down from the inside.”


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