Tony Didn't Die

A sleek black sedan pulled over near the overpass where the accident had just occurred.

The front door of the car swung open, and a figure dressed in all black stepped out.

None other than Jack, the hired assassin brought to this city by the Sturkluson family.

While down below was noisy and chaotic, Jack casually walked to the roadside, standing near the sturdy guardrail in front of him.

He took off his black sunglasses. He flicked a cigarette and tucked it between his lips.

With a disappointed expression, he shook his head. Then he lit the cigarette and took a drag, exhaling smoke through his nostrils.

"I thought you were tougher than this, Tony. Honestly, this is truly disappointing," he said, taking another drag and exhaling smoke.

His eyes narrowed. Below, Tony's car was ablaze at the back. There were no signs that the driver was still alive.

Police sirens sounded. Police patrol cars emerged from the front.

Jack observed the police patrol cars for a moment, smirked mockingly, then