Jack rushed to the old lane, his heart beating rapidly. Memories flooded back—the same alley where he once lived on scraps, where Ruby Young had saved him from a desperate life.The street was dimly lit, lined with torn tents and makeshift shelters. The air smelled of poverty, dirt, and struggle. Jack scanned the area, anger building with each step.A fragile figure approached slowly from a distance, carrying a small, battered basket. She bent over a dustbin, carefully retrieving a few discarded herbs and a stale bread crust.Ruby...?He stepped closer, his voice tight with emotion. "Ruby?"She froze, slowly turning to face him. Her eyes widened in shock, lips trembling. "Jack...? Is that you?"Jack approached quickly, his heart aching at the sight. Ruby Young—once graceful, kind, and strong—now stood before him, worn down by life's hardships, yet her gentle beauty still shone through the grime and poverty."Ruby," Jack repeated softly, taking the basket from her trembling hands. "Why

The tense silence inside Wolf's Den was suddenly shattered by frantic footsteps and panicked whispers. Jack Sullivan stood calmly beside Ruby, his face emotionless, waiting patiently.Outside, a fleet of black cars screeched to a halt. Doors slammed loudly as dozens of armed bodyguards, dressed entirely in black, stormed into the bar, swiftly forming a protective circle around a towering figure who stepped confidently through the chaos.It was One-Eyed Fox, the legendary crime lord who ruled Eastridge City's shadows with ruthless efficiency. His single eye glared coldly around the bar, landing finally on Little Dog's lifeless body sprawled across the floor. Rage twisted his scarred face, making his presence even more terrifying.“Who did this?” he growled, his voice echoing dangerously through the silent room.Everyone pointed quickly at Jack. Ruby clung tightly to Jack’s arm, trembling in fear.Jack, however, stood relaxed, as if greeting an old acquaintance. "You're late. I expected

Late at night, One-Eyed Fox paced nervously in his private office, his fingers trembling as he dialed a special number.After several rings, a deep, commanding voice answered. "Yes?""Boss, it's me—Fox," he spoke quickly, voice shaking. "We’ve got a serious problem."On the other end, Daniel Tian, Eastridge City's most powerful figure, paused calmly. He sat at an elegantly set dining table, a distinguished guest seated opposite him, quietly sipping red wine.Daniel’s voice was indifferent, mildly annoyed at the interruption. "I’m busy, Fox. What’s so urgent?"Fox swallowed hard, anxiety clear in his tone. "It's Jack Sullivan—the eldest son of the Sullivan family. He killed my son, openly insulted me. This isn't something we can ignore."Daniel sighed, tapping a finger on his glass thoughtfully. "Fox, do you really expect me to drop everything because some spoiled Sullivan brat upset you?"Fox hesitated, embarrassment mingling with desperation. "But boss, he openly challenged us! He ev

The air inside the private room of East Wind Building was so tense, it could have snapped. Jack Sullivan sat calmly, his face unreadable, while Max Carter still fumed at the blatant disrespect they had just witnessed.This is exactly what they wanted—to see us lose control, Jack thought, maintaining his composure despite the churning anger beneath.Across the table, Dennis Chase leaned back arrogantly, a smug grin plastered on his face."You think this is your territory, Max?" Dennis sneered, swirling the wine in his glass lazily. "News flash—you and your pathetic friend are nothing but fossils here."Max slammed his hand on the table, the loud thud making everyone jump. "Shut the hell up, Dennis! You're bullying Jack in our hometown? You think you can walk all over us?"Jack remained calm, almost eerily so, but inside, a slow storm was building. Dennis Chase... just another petty mouthpiece for people who think their power is permanent. They never learn that nothing lasts forever—esp

"Now," Jack said quietly, his voice carrying effortlessly across the table. "A promise is a promise, Dennis."Dennis's arrogant facade crumbled completely. His eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for allies, finding none."Come on, Sullivan," he stammered, forcing a nervous laugh. "It was just a figure of speech. Nobody actually—""I believe your exact words were," Jack interrupted, his voice deadly calm, "'I'll cut off my pinky finger right here.' Did I misunderstand something?"Dennis pushed his chair back, standing abruptly. "This is ridiculous! You can't possibly expect me to—""Sit. Down." Jack's command sliced through the air like a blade.He never thought he'd have to pay up, Jack thought, watching the color drain from Dennis's face. People like him always expect to escape the consequences of their words.Dennis reluctantly sank back into his chair, his breathing shallow and rapid. "Look, I'm with the Shaw Group. Daniel Tian himself is my mentor. You can't just—"