Chapter 162

• THERON POV
• Special Agent Jorren Verrill studied the footage with cautious precision as the three of us Lazaro, the agent, and I watched the horrific execution unfold on screen. It was my third time seeing it, yet it still made my stomach turn.
• There was no other word for it, it was an execution. Two men in black clothing, caps pulled low to shadow their faces, dragged a bloodied man to the back of an industrial warehouse. Then Chun Kit emerged from a sleek black car, dressed immaculately in a tailored three-piece suit. Calm, composed, in control.