On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa.

This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap.

"Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped.

Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony.

He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—"

Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead.

"If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try