[ Later… ]After committing the massacre of the two soldiers, Quentin finally arrived at his mansion a few hours later, his suit stained with blood and his eyes gleaming with anger. As he stepped out of his car, a butler approached him with uncertain steps." Welcome home, sir. How was your..."Quentin delivered a violent slap to him." Out of my sight !" he roared..The butler fled, terrified. As for another servant, she made a deep bow to Quentin, but he pushed her violently, causing her to fall to the ground." Unfortunate impudent! Don't you dare cross my path again !"The servant burst into tears and ran off down the hallway. The other present servants, shaken by their employer's anger, whispered in fear.Quentin slammed the door of his room behind him. Three cleaning ladies were busy tidying up the room." Out, all of you !" he yelled.The women quickly gathered their belongings. One of them walked past Quentin, who grabbed her arm with an iron grip." Not fast enough !" he said

With his head down, Quantin felt tears running down his face as he felt powerless against the accusations leveled against him." I can't believe that the people I trusted the most have turned against me," he thought.The prosecutor then called another witness to the stand. The witness approached the court, took an oath, and sat at the witness stand." Could you identify yourself to the court, please? " asked the prosecutor." My name is Luis Cortez. I am a former member of a cartel led by the defendant, Quantin Reynolds," replied the witness." And in what capacity were you a part of this cartel? " continued the prosecutor." I was one of the main drug distributors. I was responsible for circulating the cocaine and heroin produced by the cartel on the streets," announced the witness." For how long did you work for this cartel? " asked the prosecutor." For nearly 10 years, from 2006 to 2016," answered the witness.Quantin could no longer bear the accusations made against him. He stoo

This is how these mercenaries managed to transfer Quantin with them.[Several hours passed...]Quantin slowly opened his eyes, cursing the blinding light that invaded his field of vision." Where have I landed ? " he muttered in a voice tinged with worry.His mind remained confused and tortured. The most recent memory that came back to him was of fighting against unhappy prisoners in the courtyard before everything became dark.When his vision cleared, he was amazed to find himself lying in a vast and sumptuous reception room. Magnificent furniture, precious fabrics, and goldsmithing adorned the place from floor to ceiling.He looked at himself and was surprised to see that he was wearing extremely refined new clothes. A silk shirt, spike leather boots, velvet pants... everything seemed to have been tailor-made to his measurements.He rubbed his eyes, extremely bewildered." What's happening ? Where am I? How did I acquire these clothes by some miracle ? "So many questions were assau

Flames erupted from the damaged tail rotor and the helicopter became uncontrollable, plunging into a frenzied descent towards the forest.Quantin screamed as his world literally crumbled around him. The guards also shouted as the pilot desperately fought against the levers, in vain.A second explosion tore through the fuselage. The helicopter disintegrated, scattering debris and bodies through the yawning cockpit.Silence fell abruptly over the forest. Doriane lowered her binoculars, her face remaining impassive. Her phone rang." It's done, Miss Doriane. The helicopter has exploded."" Good. Pack your bags and leave no evidence behind," she ordered before hanging up.[ 20 hours later... ]Quantin opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling intense pain all over his body as if he had been crushed under a heavy rock. Gradually, he regained consciousness and realized that delicate hands were massaging him gently.He blinked several times until his blurry vision focused on a face, that of D

Quentin reacted at lightning speed. He twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the first bullet. He then dropped to the ground, sliding under the second shot. With a swift kick, he wrenched the weapon from Arjun's hand as the third bullet whizzed by him.Arjun looked on in disbelief, stunned by Quentin's skill." His movements are impressive," he thought.He was now unarmed, but his rage burned stronger than ever." But who are you really ?" he said aloud, then charged towards Quentin, ready to tear him apart with his bare hands.Suddenly, Doriane bursts into the room with two of her men. They lunged at Arjun, grabbed his arms, and slammed him against the wall.Arjun struggles violently against their grip." Let go of me! I'm going to kill him !" he screams, consumed by rage and grief.Doriane calmly approaches him." That's enough. Your anger won't bring back Mr. Chen," she says sternly.Arjun spits in her face." It's also your fault ! You and that bastard over there !"Dori