Chapter 95 Boss Anger

Liam grabbed the M4 from the trunk. He didn't want to waste any bullets, so it was the only weapon he took with him. Maybe, just maybe, if he returned half of Lilith's ammo, she might give him a little refund or at least not glare at him like she wanted to skin him alive. He looked at the digital clock on the car dashboard. 1:08 AM. It was late, even by his standards.

The night was silent, except for the distant crackle of fire. As Liam approached the warehouse, the heat from the explosion still radiated in the air. Flames danced across the mangled bodies, turning them into charred figures. Some were barely alive, writhing and screaming faintly as fire consumed their flesh.

Liam raised the M4, his finger tight on the trigger. He gave them a quick death—clean shots to the head. He didn't like the agony that came with burning alive. No one deserved that. Not even these bastards. Mercy through the barrel.