Chapter 68 The Empire Crumbles

• Dimitry stood in his office. His jaw was clenched, hands resting on the heavy oak desk as he listened to the reports flooding in. His men stood before him, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of his silence. The air in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and barely contained rage.
• One of his captains, Sergei, cleared his throat. “Another shipment was hit last night. Giovanni’s men intercepted it before it even left the docks.”
• Dimitry’s grip on the edge of the desk tightened, knuckles turning white.