Chapter 142 It's Now Personal

• “Mr. Devil,” Martini began, his voice tight with unease. “This is our best shipment yet. Top-of-the-line firepower. I’m offering it exclusively to you.”
• Mr. Devil stepped out of the shadows slowly, his sharp shoes clicking against the concrete. The signature devil mask covering his face seemed to darken in the dim light, and only his intimidating gaze was visible—enough for anyone to sense the power in his presence.
• The meeting was held at an old warehouse that reeked of oil and old blood. Rusted chains hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly.