Chapter 153: Silence storm

Silence hung in the room like a held breath. Throat dries up. Mouths were sealed. Every eye tracked the man who controlled the building with his terrifying presence.

Antonio Brayden.

It's the organization of assassins, yet the predators shivered, like death itself had come to pay an unwanted visitation.

His footsteps were quiet, too quiet as if the sound had been swallowed whole by the suffocating weight of his aura. He didn't need noise or violence to announce himself.

Only two men flanked him, Ghost and Shade, but the hall reacted as if an army had entered. The danger that exuded from Antonio was overwhelming, and every assassin in the hall tensed as though their own throats were already under his grip.

Ghost pushed the door open, and they walked into the office of the head of the organization. The man behind the desk, Shadowy, stood, sharp-eyed and composed; two killers beside him tensed like drawn wires.

Shadowy, the head of the organization spoke first.

“ To whom do we owe this