Chapter 117 Friends, Brothers, Relatives_2

Hiram greeted him at the door and led him inside, where the office was not in operation. If the workers outside dressed in blue work clothes had been a thorn in his side,

then the more than twenty men in the room, dressed in tailored suits, trench coats, with bright red pocket squares and sporting uniform, signature slicked-back hair, now truly struck fear in him.

These men had killed before!

The moment Officer Ferren saw them, from their expressions and gazes, he detected that callous disregard for life.

He had seen that look in the eyes of many murderers before; whether a person has killed their own kind or not, certain things just can't be hidden.

That indifference to life, and even a subtle sense of being in some way superior to others, would seep out from within.

His palms were sweaty; he quickly averted his gaze. In his perception, only the fool leading the way seemed like a good person.