The group of overseas assassins who had attacked Victor Morgan's older brother were now trembling with fear. After a decade, Victor had finally picked up their trail.
They were in a tropical rainforest, led by a man with a thick beard.
"How could they have possibly found us? It's been so long! I don't believe it."
"They're courting death, daring to provoke us. Do they have any idea what happens when you mess with us? Even someone like Victor Morgan can't afford to make an enemy of us."
The man roared in fury, unable to believe it.
In his mind, a full decade had passed. Victor Morgan's Morgan Group had grown larger and larger; logically, he should have let the matter go.
But he didn't know that Victor Morgan had never forgotten. He had been investigating this entire time, determined to get justice for Adrian Morgan and his older brother. It was a matter of getting justice for himself, as well.
