Diego finished laughing, his pupils darkening—black and thick like ink flowing in silence.In the next instant, he flipped the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.Bang—A clean shot, swift and decisive.Seneca gripped his wine glass tightly, letting out a low grunt of pain.Drip, drip, drip...Blood trickled down from the wooden chair, forming a line of drops on the floor.Downstairs, the sound of the gunshot caused an uproar. People murmured in panic and confusion.Steven leaned down. “Mr. Hank, should we go up and check?”“No need. Mr. Elsher knows what he's doing.”Idris raised his hand calmly and turned his gaze toward the President, who was being pinned down by two bodyguards.Seneca, having adjusted to the pain, finally spoke. “Diego... you really went through with it?”Beneath Diego’s lowered, indifferent gaze, a viole
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