Chapter 399: The Madness of a Cornered Man

In the damp, musty air of a forgotten warehouse on the city's industrial outskirts, the sweet, cloying scent of an expensive cigar fought a losing battle against the smell of rust and decay. Connor Sun, a man who once commanded boardrooms with a flick of his wrist, now sat on a worn-out leather armchair, its stuffing peeking through cracked seams. The opulent suits were gone, replaced by a simple black shirt that did little to hide the manic energy coiling within him. He stared at a bank of...