Zack grinned widely. The combat knife in his hand was raised, pointing directly at Harvey.“You're not going anywhere,” he said, his voice deep and threatening.Harvey glanced around the room. Four adults. The rest were children. Everyone was holding weapons—broken bottles, metal pipes, and dull kitchen knives. Makeshift weapons, but enough to injure, even kill.However, Harvey showed no sign of fear. He slowly slipped both hands into his pants pockets. The movement was simple, but in a situation like this, it felt like a slap in the face to his opponents—the attitude of someone who felt no threat at all.Some of them exchanged glances. Hesitant. Confused.Then, Harvey spoke. Calmly. Coldly. With confidence.“Put down your weapons, or this will end worse than you think.”Zack and his companions burst into crude laughter. Their voices echoed in the dingy room, blending with the damp, rusty smell filling the air.“Did you hear that?” Zack turned to his followers, pointing at Harvey and

The five people—including Harvey—moved quickly. They checked each of the ten unconscious children one by one. Their fingers touched their necks and wrists, feeling for pulses. Some opened their eyelids to check for pupil response. Others examined their bodies, looking for signs of injury, bruising, or hidden symptoms of illness.Allison stopped beside a young boy. He lay there breathing heavily, his left leg wrapped in stiff bandages and tied to a dull wooden splint. She peeled back the makeshift bandage and frowned.“They even torture children like this...” she whispered softly, her voice almost a growl.Slowly, Allison placed her palm on the boy’s leg. Her eyes closed briefly, and she took a deep breath. A faint glow emanated from Allison’s hand—the ki energy she was carefully channeling.She knew her abilities weren't as strong as Harvey's, but for fractures like this, she could still handle it on her own. She wasn't reckless. If the injury affected vital organs, she wouldn't take

Harvey's gaze darted toward his men. Not a word was spoken, but their body language was clear enough. One by one, they exchanged glances—a silent understanding was formed. These men were not only cowards, they could also be an important source of information.Rein moved first. Calmly, he touched the shoulders of Carter and Rachel, the two children among the ten who could still think clearly. They turned their heads, their eyes seeking reassurance.Rein simply raised a finger to his lips. Silence.Carter and Rachel nodded slowly, hiding their nervousness behind forced calm.Meanwhile, Harvey gave a faint smile. He slowly withdrew his dominant aura, like a lion hiding its fangs. He knew: the man in front of him needed to feel confident, so his mouth would open more easily.He crossed his arms, his eyes seeming to appraise the man from the tips of his shoes to the pores of his face.“But... to avoid any mistakes, could you explain in more detail what kind of children you’re looking for?

"Shoot them!"Dom's voice screeched like the barking of a cornered dog.The next second, explosion after explosion was deafening. The firelight from the muzzle of the gun flashed in the dark room. A loud bang echoed, bouncing off the narrow walls and making everything feel like a battlefield.Bullets slammed into the walls, tore through furniture, and showered the air with concrete chips and wood fragments.Dom immediately flopped down, face down while covering his head with both hands. His body shivered... but not from fear. Instead, a satisfied chuckle slipped from his throat, echoing behind the screech of gunfire."Feel it! You're all dead!" he shouted with a chuckle. "That's what happens when you fight Dom!"Dom gritted his teeth. His breath was still coming in gasps, but his chest was heaving with satisfaction.He thought-no, he was sure-that the two most dangerous people were already pieces of flesh. No human could survive such a fierce hail of bullets.However, that puffed-up h

"H.O.U.N.D...."Mike squinted. There was an unfamiliar flash that flashed through his mind, like a faint shadow that had not yet been comprehended. "I feel like I've heard that somewhere."His brow furrowed deeply. The name was like a whisper of the past left behind in old news and reports. Faint, but strong enough to cause unease.The leader just grinned, sarcastically and smugly."Of course I have," he said softly, his tone like he was digging up a long-dried wound. "You remember the story about the Masked General, right?"Mike lifted his face. His eyes rounded as pieces of memory came back. The mysterious figure in the dark news-hero or ghost, depending on who was telling the story."They say he recently revealed his true identity," the leader continued, his tone casual but piercing. "I've never seen his face in person... but you must have heard of him, right, Mike?"Mike furrowed his brow. His gaze sharpened, then drifted to the ceiling as if trying to unearth a buried memory."Ye