“I am going to tell you one thing. The person you are about to face is a pro fighter and a killer. Jane is one of my strongest henchmen. Even though she is a girl, she couldn’t be defeated by just anyone because she is very strong. Even if he had a stick, he couldn’t have beaten her so easily. Look at how he walked out in the CCTV footage—without a scratch.Dane, do you really think you can get revenge for her? You know you can’t become stronger than her just like that. It takes years of training to reach that level. Do you think you can do it, Dane?” Butcher said.“It doesn’t matter if I can or I can’t. All I know is I’m going to kill him for touching Jane. For leaving a scratch on her pretty face. For making her bleed. For making her head swell. He’s going to regret all of it. She’s still in a coma. Just give me two weeks of training, and he’s dead,” Dane said.“Okay, I’ve changed my mind. Killing this guy is going to be your first mission. I know where he’s from. I know who he works

“Dane, before you go, let me tell you something,” Butcher said. “The first rule of being in the Mafia—the first thing you should never forget—comes down to these three things:1.Stay loyal.2.Run—don’t fight when you know you can’t win.3.Be prepared to die.These are the rules of the underworld. Keep them in mind. Now tell me, do you actually think you can win this fight? Don’t get cocky. If you think you can’t win, there’s no need to fight.”Dane clenched his fists. “Whether I can win or not doesn’t matter to me anymore. All that matters is killing that guy—getting revenge. Jane… I had a crush on her. I was planning to ask her out. Maybe, one day, I could’ve even been stronger than her. But now, she’s in a coma. If I could’ve dated a girl as beautiful as Jane, I would’ve been happy. But that bastard almost killed her. I’m going to make sure he dies.”Butcher nodded. “I’ve heard you. Take this location. It’s a warehouse. There might be up to seven people there. If you arrive around tw

Henry shouted, “You’re a jerk! You didn’t play by the rules!”Dane smirked. “I never intended to play by your rules. From the beginning, all I wanted was to kill you for what you did to Jane. That’s all. You don’t deserve to live. You deserve to die.”Henry scoffed. “You’re not a real man. A real man keeps his word. We agreed to fight with our fists, but you didn’t.”“Show yourself!” Dane called out, searching each and every barrel.But Henry was moving. Despite his bleeding leg, he rolled from one barrel to another, keeping himself hidden. He had one goal—to reach his rocket launcher. But when he finally spotted it, his heart sank.Dane already had it.With a wicked grin, Dane lifted the rocket launcher, aiming directly at the barrels of oil. Without hesitation, he fired.BOOM!The explosion rocked the warehouse, sending flames shooting into the air. The fire spread instantly, consuming everything in its path.Henry’s screams echoed through the room.Dane followed the sound, stepping

But does it even matter?Butcher studied Dane’s expression. “You don’t look excited. Why do you look so down? I thought you’d be happy.”Dane hesitated before finally speaking. “I am happy. But… I’m still angry.”Butcher raised an eyebrow. “Angry? About what?”Dane clenched his fists. “I killed someone for her. And she doesn’t even like me. I barely know her. She’s attractive, yeah, but I wouldn’t say I’m in love with her. So why… why did I do it?”Butcher let out a deep laugh. “Kid, you remind me of myself when I was younger. But you’re not very smart—you’re dumb.”Dane looked up, annoyed. “What?”“Listen,” Butcher said, leaning forward. “Does it matter why you did it? Whether you care for her or not, you saw her as someone worth saving. That’s enough.”Dane stayed silent.“And stop thinking about it like you killed for her. This was your first mission. That’s all. You got your hands dirty—that’s what we do. Now, go get dressed. We’re going to the hospital.”Dane hesitated.“Go meet

As they entered the apartment, Butcher took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. Dane walked in behind him, silent, carrying his own bag. Butcher didn’t sit. He turned and looked directly at Dane. “Sit down. We need to talk.” Dane didn’t argue. He dropped his bag near the wall and sat down on the edge of the couch. Butcher folded his arms. His expression was serious. “You lost the fight,” he said. Jane may soon be discharged from the hospital, so she might come back before you even realize it ,”butcher. Dane stayed quiet. “You lost to Jane.” Still, Dane said nothing. Butcher stepped closer. “You know what that means?” “I know,” Dane finally spoke, voice low “Dane, you have to keep your head in the game,” Butcher said. “ Jokes aside—you, I think you’re fit for the mafia world. But there’s one thing I need to tell you: when you kill someone, you have to stop caring. People die every day. It’s just the way it is.” He paused, then added, “But just wait.” “Yes, sir. I’m