Chapter 159

Chapter 159

In the dimly lit, windowless room deep within the underground hideout of Connor's organization, Fred was bound to a creaking wooden chair. The room was dank and damp, and the air was thick with tension. A single bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows on the cold, concrete floor.

Connor stood before Fred, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and betrayal. Hans stood beside him, arms crossed, his face etched with stern resolve.

"Why, Fred?" Connor's voice was low and controlled, but it carried a powerful intensity that cut through the room's silence. "Why did you sell information to Michael, our enemy?"

Fred, his face bruised and bloodied, coughed and chuckled, blood droplets spattering onto his tattered shirt. His eyes met Connor's, and there was an unsettling defiance in his gaze. "Loyalty, Connor," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "Loyalty that cannot be broken."

Connor clenched his fists, struggling to contain his frustration. "Loyalty to Micha