In the middle of the room, a man was tied to a chair with his eyes covered by a black cloth. The wounds and bruises all over his body indicated that he had been tortured for hours. Vegas, a mafia boss known for his brutality, he walked up to the man and slowly removed the blindfold. The bound man, an informant who had attempted to betray them, looked at Vegas with fear-filled eyes.

"Who do you think can betray me and get away with it?" Vegas asked in a calm, chilling voice.

Without waiting for an answer, he signaled to his men. One of them pulled out a knife and aimed it at the bound man's neck. Desperate screams filled the room as the knife cut through the skin, leaving a deep wound.

Not satisfied with just that, Vegas ordered his men to bring out a blowtorch. The flame blazed brightly, emitting torturous heat. "This is the punishment for those who dare to betray us,"

Screams of pain and the smell of burning flesh filled the air, making Vegas's subordinates shudder. However, their boss only smiled coldly, enjoying the suffering he had caused.

At the edge of the deserted pier, faint screams were heard amid the crashing waves. His men dragged the man, whose body was now charred, towards the sea.

"This is a lesson for anyone who tries to steal from us," Vegas said as he watched his men push the man into the water.

In the midst of the chaos and brutality, one of his men approached Vegas hurriedly. His face was pale, not from fear, but because he had urgent news.

"Boss, I need to speak now," he whispered.

Vegas turned with a look of fury, but his man continued, "Your wife, boss... She is about to give birth. Now."

Vegas’s cold expression slowly changed. Although his heart was like stone, this news touched something deep within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself amidst the chaos.

"Prepare the car," he ordered.