The plan—meticulously designed and executed with top-tier operatives—had ended in disaster, just like the countless attempts before it.
Once again, they had underestimated Ross. Once again, they had sent men to their deaths.
Frustration filled the air like smoke.
Faces were pale, eyes wide with disbelief, as if still trying to comprehend how an abduction mission had turned into a massacre straight out of a horror film.
Back to the drawing board.
They had no choice. Their strategy had failed—again. Just as it had the last dozen times.
And every failure only made Ross seem more untouchable. More terrifying.
More inhuman.
As for Ross, the chaos surrounding his enemies was little more than background noise.
He couldn't have cared less about their failures or frustrations.
In his eyes, they were gnats buzzing around the titan he had become—insignificant, foolish, and destined to be swatted away if they ever truly became annoying.
