Chapter 383

• Back in the living room, Marek still stood like a statue, the blade pressing harder against the boss’s throat. His face showed no emotion, his gaze locked on Jerry and his men, eyes sharp enough to pierce through their souls.
• Jerry still held Neil, knuckles white from the grip. The men behind and beside him didn’t dare to move.
• Marek’s lack of reaction to their hostage sent confusion rippling through them. If holding his companion didn’t work, then what were they supposed to do? Negotiation was already pointless.