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Chapter 996: Chapter 996 Switch
The smell of sweat, fear, and anticipation mixed in the tight alley, making it impossible to think clearly.
She could feel Ross’s heartbeat thundering against her back, each beat a reminder that he was still here, still strong, still her protector.
The gang leader leaned closer, a malicious grin stretching across his face.
"So... what do you say, boy? Should we start now, or do you want to watch first?" His laugh was low and threatening, sending chills down Jennifer’s spine.
Ross said nothing, letting the dark energy coil around him as he considered the night ahead.
It had been some time since his last murder spree, and the familiar, cold thrill of anticipation ran through him, steady and addictive.
He didn’t even flinch as the gang members approached, their laughter and swagger cutting the night air.
He was calm. Too calm.
But even the shadows couldn’t hide him forever.
One of the men squinted at him under the park lamp, and recognition hit.
"Fuck—boss, that’s Ross Oakley! We’re fucked!" someone hissed, stepping back as fear replaced his bravado.
Ross’s notoriety was legendary in the underground.
His reputation for ruthlessness had spread far beyond any alley or street corner these men knew, and it didn’t take long for whispers to turn into outright panic.
The gang leader spat on the ground, his jaw tight, one hand trembling slightly as he gripped a pistol.
He had heard the stories—how Ross had dealt with anyone who crossed him—and his mind raced.
He was smart, he was fast, and he had a crew, but this... this was different.
Every story he’d heard seemed to gather weight in the cold night air, pressing down on him.
Ross tilted his head, the lamp catching his face just so, revealing eyes that were sharp, calculating, and deadly calm.
There was no hesitation there, no fear, just a predator sizing up prey and opportunity at the same time.
The gang leader glanced at the sexy body of Jennifer, who pressed herself tightly against Ross, trembling.
The sight should have been an advantage—but instead, it only reminded him how much power Ross wielded in a single glance.
In the end, he let his cock rule over his brain.
"I don’t believe it," the leader muttered, trying to sound defiant but failing.
"He’s alone. Ross Oakley, the devil himself... doesn’t matter. He can’t just walk into this and speak his way out." He twirled the pistol in his hand, the metal catching the light with a threatening gleam.
"I’d love to see him outrun a bullet tonight."
The other gang members shifted nervously, their bravado faltering as Ross remained motionless, exuding an aura that made every nerve in their bodies scream danger.
Some glanced at one another, doubt creeping in.
Maybe their boss had underestimated the situation. Maybe the stories weren’t exaggerations.
Jennifer’s eyes were wide, reflecting fear and confusion, but she clung to Ross, trusting him entirely even as the alley seemed to shrink around them.
Every detail—the lamp’s flicker, the distant hum of the city, the crunch of gravel under boots—was amplified.
The tension coiled tighter with each passing second, like a spring ready to snap.
Ross’s expression didn’t change.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, his eyes scanning, calculating, knowing exactly how to play this.
One wrong move from the gang, and he could turn the night into chaos.
He was already thinking on how he was going to kill every single one of them.
But for now, he allowed them to flail, to sweat, to imagine what might happen if they pressed too far.
The leader swallowed hard, his grip on the pistol trembling as he tried to force a laugh that cracked in the cold night air.
"Someone grab a rope! Don’t... don’t move, Ross!" His voice faltered.
In his mind, the plan had been simple: overwhelm Ross, humiliate him, take what they wanted, and leave him for dead after they took turns with Jennifer’s lovely body.
Shooting now would be too loud—and too permanent, drawing police attention.
A few of the gang shuffled uneasily.
"Boss... I don’t think this is a good idea," one whispered, his eyes darting between Ross and the trembling leader.
Ross didn’t respond. He didn’t move quickly, didn’t shout.
He merely smiled, a slow, calculating grin that made the alley feel smaller, the night heavier.
"Why don’t I give you a better idea?" he said, his voice low and steady, the kind that could freeze men mid-step.
He was naked from the waist down and his cock was still hard as ever.
The gang leader barked another warning.
"Stop! Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot!" The crew raised their pistols in unison, the dim lamplight glinting off the metal.
Their confidence had been overinflated, a house of cards waiting for one push.
"Shoot," Ross said softly, almost amused. "Go ahead. It won’t help." And then, like a predator sensing its prey, he moved.
The first shot cracked through the night like a whip. Reflexively, the gang flinched.
One man stumbled over gravel, falling hard, a sharp cry tearing from his throat.
Another tried to aim properly but tripped on loose stones, sending his gun clattering to the ground.
Ross was already across the space, calm and precise, every movement economical and deadly.
He slammed a shoulder into the nearest man, sending him sprawling against the wall.
Another hand went for a pistol, and Ross twisted it away in a practiced motion, the gun spinning out of reach.
Chaos erupted.
The gang’s ranks shattered in seconds: some scrambled to flee, tripping over each other; others froze, terror painting their faces.
The leader lunged, pistol raised, voice hoarse with desperation.
"Take him down! NOW!" But Ross was faster than panic; he sidestepped, grabbed the gun with one hand, and used the other to shove the leader into the ground.
The weapon skittered across the alley, and the man tumbled to the ground, cursing and scrambling.
Screams and shouts echoed in the alley, but Ross moved with precision.