Mohammed lowered his gun slowly, his gaze shifting toward Aunt Kelly and her son, Edward, who were currently hiding behind the hospital bed."Aunt Kelly..." Mohammed said, his tone deep and menacing. "It's so good to finally see you."A shocked expression appeared on Kelly's face after hearing those words, and she managed to summon the courage to speak up.“H-H-How do you know my name?” she stuttered."Oh, I know a lot of things," Mohammed responded casually. "I know that's your son, Edward, and I know about his condition. He’s been suffering from one disease after another, and he only just started to recover. I've been keeping an eye on you. They say the best way to defeat your enemy is to study them first. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing."Kelly swallowed hard after hearing those words, and cold sweat trickled down her face."Who are you? And what do you want?" she questioned, her voice trembling with fear and her heart pounding in her chest. Edward, who sat on the tiled flo

The man barged into the ward, breathless, his chest heaving as he shifted his gaze toward Mohammed."We’ve got a problem, boss," he said, panting heavily. "Scott and his men are on their way here. We have to leave now."Mohammed’s eyes widened slightly at the words. "What do you mean? Are you sure?""Yes, boss. I caught a nurse making a phone call. She was definitely calling Scott—informing him about us," the man bellowed."I see," Mohammed muttered, then turned his gaze back to Aunt Kelly. His eyes narrowed."Remember our agreement, Kelly. Remember the deal. Deliver Scott to us and don’t breathe a word of it to anyone. If I find out you told someone—or tried to set us up—your son will die. No matter where he is, no matter what country he’s in, I will find him. And I will kill him. Even if I die, my men will hunt him down. So think twice before betraying me." Mohammed's voice was deep, menacing, thick with warning. Then, without another word, he turned to his men."Come on, boys," he

"Police," the driver muttered, his gaze fixated on the cop cars parked on the bridge a few meters away from where they were."Police?" A puzzled expression appeared on Mohammed’s face as he leaned forward to get a better view of the police cars. "There aren’t supposed to be any officers in this area. Hell, there isn’t supposed to be anyone at all out here," he muttered, his expression twisted in confusion.Mohammed had already done extensive research before coming here.This particular bridge had been abandoned by the Iralians after the government issued a warning about its instability. The bridge was rumored to be on the verge of collapsing, and if too many vehicles drove through it—or if too many people walked on it—it would give way. Ever since then, the bridge had been deserted. Everyone in the city avoided it to prevent becoming a casualty. It hadn’t been used in years. Mohammed knew this, which was exactly why he chose this area and this bridge as his escape route.But now, for

Screech!!!A loud screeching sound echoed as Scott's men hit the brakes and came to a halt a few paces away from the edge of the cliff. Kael leaped off the car and landed on the ground, his gun clenched tightly in his right hand as he advanced forward, making his way toward the edge.The rest of the men on top of their cars also leaped off and walked behind him. They all came to a halt at the cliff’s edge and glanced all the way down.“Is he insane or what?” one of the men in a black suit asked, his gaze fixed on the waters below. Mohammed’s car was barely visible. Only the top could be seen, and a few seconds later, the car was no longer visible as it sank into the water.“I knew he was a nut job, but I wasn’t actually expecting him to drive off a cliff,” another man muttered.“Do you think he’s dead?” he asked, turning toward Kael.“I don’t think he survived that,” Kael bellowed, his gaze never leaving the waters below. “He’s injured. There’s no way he’d be able to swim. We’d have s

"A list? What's on the list?" Angela asked, curiosity evident in her eyes."Just one thing," Scott responded."And what's that?" she inquired."Kill a man," Scott replied instantly.Hearing those words from Scott, Angela’s eyes widened in shock.She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, the entrance door of the office creaked open—and in stepped a man.He was clad in a white T-shirt, though it was so dirty it now looked brown. His trousers were torn, and his hair was unkempt, tangled into messy strands that hadn’t seen a comb in days.Scott stared at the man for a few long seconds, his brow furrowing as he tried to place the face. It took him a little while to recognize him.“Sullivan?” Scott blurted out in disbelief, rising to his feet.“Sullivan?” Angela repeated quietly to herself, her mind racing as she tried to recall where she had heard that name before—and when she had known him. A few moments later, the memory clicked into place. “Wait… the same guy who