Chapter 80

When Andrew heard Ron's words, he quipped, "What are you thinking? Of course, I'll let you go. But before that, I need to give you guys a bath." With those words, Ron couldn't help but shiver. His eyes widened in fear. It seemed like he understood what Andrew was planning to do next. Shortly after, following Andrew's gaze, a bodyguard dragged him toward the pit filled with bodies. "Let go of me, you son of a bitch! If you dare throw me in there, I'll make sure your whole damn family pays!" Ron, who had been navigating the streets since he was a teenager, had developed nerves of steel. No matter how perilous the situation, he never begged for mercy. But now, he was truly panicked. Being dumped into a putrid pit of corpses was horrifying beyond words, even more terrifying than death itself. At that instant, Ron's men, witnessing the spectacle, burst into wild screams and curses, their voices a cacophony of fury and supplication. But Andrew remained unfazed by their outcry. To him,