“Is that all?”The woman's voice sounded flat, but full of venom. She sat on a blood-red velvet chair, crossing her legs gracefully. The shiny black dress that covered her body contrasted with the coldness in her eyes.Her hands were folded in front of her chest, and her lips curved into a cynical smile.Before her, a muscular bodyguard stood stiffly, bowing deeply. In his hands, two large plastic bags filled with food seemed fragile compared to the pressure he felt.“Yes, Mrs. Jesselyn,” he stammered. Sweat trickled down his temples. “We’ve searched three districts. This… is all we managed to get. As per—”Crash!A glass flew swiftly from Jesselyn’s hand, striking the bodyguard’s head with a shattering sound that deafened the ears. The liquid from the glass spread across the floor along with the glass shards, like blood on a stage.The bodyguard jerked, his body freezing. His left hand rose to his temple, touching a small wound that was beginning to bleed. But he dared not complain.

That morning, Harvey sat at his desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden desk surface as he stared at the monitor displaying the public satisfaction graph.The lines of the graph, which had been diving, were now slowly rising. The panicked faces of the citizens gradually disappeared from the news. The economy that had been paralyzed began to move again.A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He leaned his body against the back of the chair, letting himself enjoy a moment of morning calm.But the calm didn't last long.Buuum!A loud explosion shook the air, causing the windows to shake. Harvey stood up, his body tense. His gaze immediately darted out the window-to the building where his men were training.Thin smoke began to billow from that direction.There had never been such intense training before. This wasn't just any explosion.Harvey's eyes narrowed, his breath caught. There was a calmness that slowly faded from his face.In a near-whisper, he said, "So, they're

Vanessa's eyes widened. Her breath caught for a moment as the long metal rod was completely pulled out. Her left hand clenched tighter, and her body dropped lower into a stance. Her muscles were tense, ready for any eventuality.She wasn't holding any weapons. Jessica, on the other hand, clearly wanted to get serious.Vanessa's jaw tightened. Her eyes sharpened, full of bubbling determination. "If I flinch when faced with a stronger enemy, it'll end up like it did against Var and Hans!"She swallowed softly, but did not lower her gaze. The use of a weapon like a metal rod had one absolute advantage: attack range.With a length almost equivalent to a pool cue, Jessica could hit an opponent from more than three meters away-without needing to get too close. That meant one small mistake from Vanessa, and her body could be smashed before she had a chance to get close.But strengths always come with weaknesses. Vanessa knew that. Long weapons do extend range, but they also put a strain on a

“Action!”The director's loud shout echoed through the megaphone, shaking the studio filled with spotlights.In front of the camera, Vanessa stood tall in a sleeveless shirt that showed off her toned, muscular arms. Her eyes were sharp, her body already in fighting mode.Three large men stood before her. Their faces were fierce, their expressions aggressive, each holding a heavy blunt weapon. A few seconds of silence. Then they charged simultaneously. One swing of a weapon flew toward Vanessa’s head—with a swift pivot, she spun to the side and dodged as if the wind itself couldn’t touch her. Her hand grabbed the man’s arm and swept it away with a clean technique. His weapon flew out of his hand and landed on the floor. Without pausing, Vanessa launched two consecutive moves—a kick to the stomach, then a sweep to the opponent’s leg. The man fell. The other two advanced, but Vanessa was ready.With sharp choreography, she parried their attacks, then took them down one by one—all done

A metallic blue Lamborghini glided slowly down the gravel road, then stopped smoothly in front of a large house surrounded by rolling green fields. The air was cool. The faint scent of leaves and damp earth hung in the air. The house stood majestically, perched slightly higher than the surrounding landscape with towering mountains in the background. It was no ordinary house—more like a private villa belonging to an important person. Quiet, far from the city.A place like this was not just for resting—but also for talking without being overheard. The car door opened automatically, and Harvey stepped out. His casual black suit was elegant, but his body remained alert and watchful. His eyes scanned the yard and the building in front of him, silently assessing the situation.From the front of the villa, a man in a black suit approached. His steps were light, his face calm, but his gaze was full of caution. A small communication device was attached to his ear—almost invisible.His gestures