Chapter 668 Silver Wolf Gang And Zane?
On the outskirts of Aurora City stood a heavily guarded mansion—the Silver Wolf Gang headquarters. Shirtless, tattooed men patrolled the perimeter, cigarettes dangling from their lips. The air seemed permanently tainted with the stench of old blood and cheap tobacco.
Inside the conference room, smoke hung thick as the gang's core members sat around a long table, the atmosphere electric with tension.
At the head sat a hulking middle-aged man speaking in measured tones. He had only one eye; the other socket was empty, crossed by a vicious scar. This was Cyclops, the Silver Wolf Gang's leader—a man who'd clawed his way to the top through rivers of blood.
"So Ernest has been locked up for two weeks and his arms are useless?" Cyclops's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an icy murderous intent.
A lieutenant bowed quickly. "Yes, boss! My cousin in lockup says all our guys were caught. Both Ernest's arms were dislocated—he's completely crippled!"
Cyclops slammed his fist on the table, his single eye bloodshot with rage. "Who the hell did this? This is a direct insult to us!"
"A delivery guy named Ryder. Here's his photo!" The man handed over his phone.
The picture showed Ryder on his delivery tricycle.
Cyclops stared at it, his eye bulging. "A fucking delivery boy dares touch my men? Has the Silver Wolf Gang fallen this far?"
"I know, right?" another lieutenant chimed in. "Boss, this guy's serious trouble! He crippled Zach, beat up the twins, and now Ernest. Over a dozen of our men taken down by one guy!"
The room erupted in anger, everyone itching to turn Ryder into hamburger meat.
"Hold on!" Cyclops raised his hand, his rage quickly replaced by calculating coldness. "Know your enemy before you strike. Let's find out who this Ryder really is first."
Just then, someone knocked, and a gang member poked his head in. "Boss, someone's here to see you."
"Not now!" Cyclops waved impatiently. "Can't you see we're planning revenge?"
"But... he says he's here about Ryder. Claims he knows how you can get serious payback."
Cyclops narrowed his eye. "Bring him in. Let's hear what he's got."
Moments later, a man in a business suit with a dark expression walked in. It was Zane.
After being fired, he'd immediately sought out Calista, only to be thrown out. She hated him too much to reveal Ryder's true identity, hoping Zane would self-destruct.
When he learned Ryder had taken Calista's position, his hatred found its target—he was convinced Ryder had climbed up by stepping on him.
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. He'd just received a call from Saskia: one million dollars had been deposited with a simple task: find someone to rape Ryder's wife.
Old grudges, fresh hatred, and the lure of money had pushed Zane over the edge. Fired with no way to repay the kickbacks he'd already blown through, his only path forward was making Ryder suffer eternally.
The Silver Wolf Gang was the perfect weapon for his revenge.
In the conference room, Zane briefly introduced himself and explained his "grievances" with Ryder.
Cyclops cut to the chase: "You're sure this Ryder has no connections? No one backing him?"
"Positive!" Zane declared with sick certainty. "He's just some poor country boy who spent years as a weak husband living with his in-laws in Houston. His family kicked him to Aurora City when he couldn't hack it! Why else would a grown man be delivering packages?"
He deliberately painted Ryder as pathetic: "Think about it—guys like him are just opportunistic weasels. He's gotten where he is by being slippery and backstabbing people like me! He has zero foundation—he'll be the easiest target you've ever crushed."
Cyclops gave a cold laugh. "I see."
"Exactly! That's exactly it!"
"So how do you suggest we get revenge?" Cyclops asked, leaning forward with interest.
A vicious light flashed in Zane's eyes. "Cyclops, Ryder has a wife. She's smoking hot. Take a look." He passed over his phone.
The moment Cyclops saw the photo, his single eye lit up with predatory hunger. His Adam's apple bobbed visibly. "Well, well, well. What exactly are you suggesting?"
"My suggestion," Zane leaned closer, his voice dropping to a snake-like whisper, "is to grab his wife, let your boys have their fun with her, and film everything to spread across the internet. For a man, nothing destroys his soul more completely than that."
"Hahaha..." Cyclops let out a deranged laugh. Always a sexual predator, this suggestion hit the bullseye. "I like how you think! Such a gorgeous piece—perfect for letting the boys blow off some steam!"
Seeing his reaction, Zane pulled out a bank card from his pocket and slid it across the table.
Cyclops narrowed his eye. "What's this for?"
Zane pulled an evil smile. "When you catch her, I want in on the action too."
Cyclops was stunned momentarily, then laughed even louder, slapping Zane on the shoulder. "So we're kindred spirits! Don't worry, man—there'll be plenty of fun to go around!"
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