Chapter 187

The assembly of street leaders simmered angrily, subdued amusement evident among them. Fat Mantis, renowned for his deceitful and brutal nature, had deceived too many in the past. Now, it seemed, he had met his match.

Why else would he summon Third Master Chance for support? The others were not there to be manipulated; they were merely observers, curious about the unfolding events.

Outside the Leisure Tower, a convoy of vehicles led by a black Hummer arrived and parked at the curb. Doors flung open simultaneously, and a group of impeccably dressed men emerged, exuding an air of formidable professionalism that outmatched the onlookers. Their aura was commanding.

Elio and Sam disembarked from the Hummer, surrounded by their security detail, and made their way toward the building. The sight of the assembled multitude of burly men awaiting them took them aback.

At the entrance stood a middle-aged man with a ghastly scar running from forehead to mouth, robbing him of one eye and lending