Chapter 302: Punishment
Matteo’s chauffeur parked the car in front of a weathered warehouse, positioned near a sprawling sea dock, a half-hour’s drive from the hospital.
As he stepped out of the vehicle, he was greeted by a pair of guards he recognized as Remo’s trusted sentinels. The guards led him through the dilapidated surrounding, ensuring he navigated the uneven terrain without stumbling.
His path led him to Remo, an imposing figure wreathed in the fragrant haze of a hefty cigar. The smoke curled around him like a shroud, casting an air of calculated nonchalance despite the gravity of the circumstance.
"Where is the bastard?" Matteo’s tone was icy as he addressed him, his anger and anticipation palpable in his voice. Remo exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze assessing before acknowledging Matteo’s presence with a nod.
"I might’ve taken things too far with the torture. That bastard is weak as hell, definitely wasn’t worth my time," Remo admitted, his tone tinged with a trace of casual indifference.
A heavy pause lingered in the air.
"Very well then, prepare your mind..."
"What am I, a—" Matteo’s words were cut short as Remo’s deliberate movement revealed Nolan’s mangled form—what remained of him after their encounter. The sight struck him into a momentary silence.
Breaking the silence, Matteo managed to speak, albeit with a sigh of exasperation. "You seem to have a knack for this. Maybe assassination should be your next career move, given your... talent."