Chapter 40

As the weight of Andrei's intentions bore down on the room, a sharp gunshot rang out. Agony lanced through Andrei's leg, sending him collapsing in pain. Biden's ace, a concealed marksman, had made his move, changing the course of their face-off.

In the vast, dimly illuminated chamber of Biden's lair, an intricate dance of power and confrontation was underway.

Biden, exuding an air of controlled confidence, slowly sauntered towards Andrei. Each step resonated with purpose, echoing his dominant position in this dangerous tango. With a graceful bend, he plucked the firearm that had fallen during their earlier altercation, feeling its cool weight against his skin.

Lifting his gaze, he studied Andrei, whose posture, albeit weakened from the gunshot, still radiated defiance. "You know," Biden began, drawing each word out deliberately, "it's almost laughable – the audacity you've shown, believing you could penetrate the very heart of my domain, challenge my reign, and emerge victorious. Wha