Master Fields leaned back in his chair, his thin fingers drumming lazily against the armrest, his cold gaze locked on Nathan. The air in the basement was heavy, thick with tension, fear, and something far darker. Then, without warning, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, growing louder until it morphed into a harsh, mocking laugh that echoed against the stone walls.He tilted his head, squinting at Nathan as though sizing up a bug beneath his boot.“Let her go,” he repeated, his tone exaggerated, mocking, twisting Nathan’s words into venom. Then, as if the command were a joke, he turned his gaze toward Taylor, tied helplessly to the pillar.His lips curled into a sinister grin.“Let her go?” Master Fields said softly, almost whispering the words before his laughter burst out violently, sharp and cutting. “Oh, Nathan… I don’t plan to let her go. I want to blow her off the face of this earth.”Taylor’s eyes went wide, her chest heaving as fresh tears welled up. Nathan’s fists clenched

“But submitting without collapsing? That was a mistake. You should’ve stayed down.”Then, without warning, Master Fields slammed his fist into Nathan’s jaw.The force knocked Nathan back a step, his breath ragged as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. But he didn’t fall. He didn’t even flinch.Master Fields leaned close, his voice a venomous whisper. “Get up, Nathan.” He released his jaw roughly, stepping back with a sneer. “You challenged my brother, Frank… and killed him. Now, you’ll take on a challenge with me.”Nathan slowly straightened his back, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His cold, unyielding gaze locked on Master Fields.The tense silence in the basement thickened, every breath laced with the weight of what was about to unfold. He stood tall despite the bruises painting his body, his gaze locked on Master Fields, who smirked coldly returning to his seat again, enjoying every flicker of pain on Nathan’s face. But before the old man could

When the last few tried to swarm Nathan together, he grabbed one by the leg, swung him like a weapon, and smashed him into the others, sending them crashing to the floor in a heap.Silence followed.Only muffled groans and the dripping of blood filled the air.Master Fields’ breaths grew shallow as his gaze swept across the carnage. His once-fearless soldiers lay scattered across the basement floor, some unconscious, others writhing in agony, their limbs twisted unnaturally, faces battered beyond recognition.A few still coughed, wheezed, and cried out weakly, broken jaws, shattered ribs, dislocated shoulders, crushed wrists.Taylor’s body shook as relief mixed with terror. She had seen Nathan fight before… but never like this, especially when he's fighting a bunch of armed men.Nathan finally lowered his hands, the faint sparks dimming until they vanished completely. He stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, his expression unreadable.Master Fields stumbled a step backwar

His eyes blazed with mad triumph despite the weakness in his frame.A broken, rattling laugh poured out of his throat, ugly and triumphant. “You fool,” he rasped, holding the remote aloft like a weapon of vengeance. “Did you think it would end so easily? No, if I am to fall, you will not walk away from this place alive.”Nathan’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing, only tightened his stance.Master Fields staggered backward, cradling the remote to his chest. His voice shook, but the venom in it was undeniable. “If I must die, then you, Nathan, the son of a bitch who slaughtered my son and my brother, you will follow me into the pit. You will crawl, boy. Crawl and apologize. Rub your arrogant nose into the concrete at their feet… before I tear your life apart again in the other world.”Nathan advanced step by step, the weight of the basement pressing against his chest. Each stride he took forced Master Fields backward. The older man’s breath came in ragged gasps, yet the gleam in his ey

Nathan’s boots scraped against the hospital tiles as he paced the length of the corridor, his broad shoulders tight with tension. Every step carried the weight of what had just transpired, the fire, the blood, Amelia’s sacrifice. The antiseptic sting of the air burned his nose, sharp and sterile, but even that couldn’t cleanse the image of Amelia collapsing against his chest.The doors to the emergency ward had swung shut almost an hour ago, and since then, silence had been his cruelest companion. His fists clenched and unclenched, the veins at his wrists standing out. He was used to battles, to threats, to taking lives when necessary. But this, this helpless waiting, gnawed at him in a way blades and bullets never could.Finally, the doors creaked open, and a doctor in pale blue scrubs emerged. His mask was pulled down, his face slick with sweat from long hours. Nathan strode forward before the man could even speak.“How is she?” His voice was low, tight, a demand wrapped in desperat