Chapter 171 Father’s Office
The night air was heavy with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Liam stepped back from the trembling man at his feet and silently extended his silenced pistol to Lilith. "He’s all yours," he said, his voice low and cold.
Lilith accepted the weapon with a small, almost wicked smile, her fingers curling tightly around the handle. She stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the asphalt, and stopped just in front of the man who once called himself the Boss. He was now on his knees, his right hand soaked in blood as it tried—and failed—to stem the arterial spray from the gunshot wound. His skin had gone pale, and sweat coated his brow. But his eyes still held that flicker of arrogance, even if it was now laced with panic.
"You... you can’t kill me," he hissed between ragged breaths, his voice shaky but defiant. "Li will kill you. He’ll burn your whole gang to the ground."
Lilith tilted her head and smiled as if he had told a joke. Then, crouching down to his level, she looked him dead in the eye. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but every syllable struck like ice. "Li already wants me dead. You think your life changes anything?"
Boss trembled. He could feel the blood leaving his body, draining his strength and clarity. Desperation clawed at him. He tried to think—was there a way out of this? Could he offer something? A bribe? A secret? But there was nothing she wanted from him, not anymore.
Lilith stood tall again, then leveled the silencer at his forehead. He flinched as the cold barrel met his skin. She took a breath, calm and steady. "You were right about one thing," she said. "This war between us? Will end very soon. But you? You won’t be around to see it."
His mouth opened. Maybe to scream, maybe to plead. It didn’t matter.
Pfft!
The silenced shot rang out like a whisper in the dark. The bullet punched straight through his eye, and his head snapped back with a sickening thud. He collapsed lifeless to the ground, eyes wide in eternal shock. Blood pooled beneath him.
Lilith exhaled and stared down at his corpse, feeling the knot of hatred in her chest begin to loosen. One problem solved. One less monster in the world.
She turned slowly, letting the adrenaline ebb away, and found Liam sitting casually on the hood of her car, arms crossed as he watched her in silence. The cold streetlights bathed his features in pale gold, highlighting the sharp lines of his face, the intensity of his blue eyes. He gave her a small nod.