All Chapters of A Man Called Revenge: Chapter 231
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Chapter 227: Halloween Ghoul?
Gary’s shoes sank lightly into the lush carpet as he ascended the staircase, each step weighted not with fatigue but with anticipation. The bouquet he carried seemed heavier than flowers ought to be, as though every petal bore the burden of seven months apart. He smiled faintly, almost boyishly, the first genuine smile to grace his lips since he’d walked through the Lancaster gates. His Evelyn. His wife. Their child. Soon.He strode down the corridor with a kind of reverence, pausing before the door that memory told him was hers. A warmth spread across his chest. Surely, she must be resting. Pregnancy demanded its toll; he’d read somewhere that expectant mothers often needed more sleep than usual. Perhaps she hadn’t heard the commotion downstairs. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him call her name earlier. Soon, she would wake, see him, and everything would fall back into place.Still, Madam Ann’s cryptic words gnawed at the back of his mind. Evelyn has evolved. What did that mean? Was it
Chapter 228: ZeroDay
The lair dimmed as the massive holo-screens flickered to life, their pale light painting shadows across rows of masked faces. Fingers froze mid-typing. Cigarette smoke curled lazily in the air. Conversations halted. All eyes turned toward the figure seated at the high, secluded table—the man with streaks of electric-blue hair that glowed under the lights. He leaned back, arms folded, a smirk playing at his lips as though he held the whole world on a string.ZeroDay.For five months, his name had been law down here. Five months without defeat, five months where every newcomer tried and failed to climb above him. In the world of hackers, where skills were swords and code was blood, he was king. And he knew it. They knew it.He stood, stretching lazily, and the screen behind him flared to life with brutal, block letters: THE PHANTOM HUNT.A ripple ran through the lair. Fingers paused mid-stroke. Cigarette smoke hung frozen in the air. Even before he spoke, the masks turned toward him in
Chapter 229: The Phantom Hunt
Chen’s eyes flicked to ZeroDay, then away. He let a name slide from beneath the mask — a name more like a scar than a handle. “I’ll step in,” he said. “Tell them a name: Ashen.”A ripple of confusion circled the room. Ashen? No one balked instantly; they didn’t know the syllable. That was the point. When you hid behind masks, you could breathe other lives — some names sang with reputation, others were empty until you filled them.ZeroDay laughed, a sound that cut. “Ashen? Good name for an arsonist. Listen — No offense, man — but that handle’s not even old. Sounds like a script kiddie who read too many crash-course forums. You expect me to yield my throne to an online rumor? We do not know you, never heard that name around here, you are new and you dare challenge me?”Someone at the back cracked up. A lady with a fishnet top cackled. The lair snickered, a pack of coyotes circling a stranger.Chen’s right hand tightened on the edge of the desk. For an instant the entire room felt the gr
Chapter 230: "Read Patterns, Not Noise"
Chen did something the lair did not expect. He didn’t wheel out a specialized setup rig as others would have done. Instead, he reached for a nondescript laptop sitting randomly on a table, the kind that could belong to any junior operator. He booted it in under ten seconds, the machine breathing like a patient animal. Chen’s fingers were a quiet storm.The screens across the room began to mirror his terminal. Code scrolled in a clean, surgical font, and the big screen began to take Chen’s work in a way that no one could accuse of trickery. This was not boasting; this was pedagogy. He would let the whole den see, or fail to see.ZeroDay’s voice, usually smooth as oil, faced an edge of something like irritation. “I’d like to see a single trick. Show us how ‘Ashen’ handles data that the Feds couldn’t touch.”Chen typed without haste. The first moves were unremarkable—an OSINT scrape, a reverse-DNS lookup, the delicate art of pulling EXIF metadata from a blurred photo. But where lesser ha
Chapter 231: Limitless Possibilites
The big screen flashed. Chen had moved. He’d taken a thread of data and thrown a net across public archives, weather logs, vehicle registration dumps, and old forum comments. The net tightened, and one by one the names blurred into a single locus. A county in the old map dimmed, and a small cluster of coordinates pulsed.The lair sucked in a breath.ZeroDay’s mouth thinned. His bravado crumpled, just a sliver. He’d taunted and he’d bet.. wel, that bet now looked rash in the face of someone who could read patterns like maps.Around them, murmurs broke into a chorus. Someone muttered about legal lines — you don’t hunt a man like this with only OSINT; you get agencies involved, as a matter of fact, you need access to secret information and expensive classified tools. yet somehow, this Asher guy got them all. Another voice argued that no, clues and pattern recognition were everything. Someone else — the earlier cackling woman — cursed quietly at the screen.Miles’ hand moved in a way he
Chapter 232: Epicurean
She chuckled and sighed. “I um.. grew up in a middle class family. My parents always worked their asses off to provide and remain in that spot –the middle class, or at least reach for the top. My dad was an Architect –still is. But besides being an architect, he was an epicurean.”“What’s that?” Miles asked softly.“A greedy pig. Basically, someone who is characterized solely by the love and lust of luxury and wealth, and it becomes the most important thing in their lives. Now, you would think that being a working man who wants the best for his family, it could be justified, but… my dad was never about family. He didn’t care about us, about me. He only cared about his name and his so called legacy.”Nina sighed deeply, as if wanting to cry, “When I turned 17, my father called a family meeting one evening and um… he told me that I have been given sold as bride to the Carte… I mean, a certain family. Shit, I’m not supposed to mention names.” she quickly cut herself.Miles gently touched
Chapter 234: Pysche Of A Diva
“It was all about him. I don’t know why and how, but I was told the son was in my school and liked me and wanted to marry me when we grow up —I mean, some old traditional shit that people don’t practice anymore. The guy started out nice and all sweet, but it turned out to be a facade. He is just a lustful, irresponsible, spoiled brat who got whatever he wanted.” Nina ended and then buried her face in her palm, her eyes becoming watery.Miles felt his gut wrench. As he heard her silent whispers of sobs, he wondered why humans had to be so cruel, especially to the weak. Nina was weak —she was a girl living under her father’s roof. Definitely, saying no or running away would have cost her more than she could afford to lose.He pulled out a white cloth neatly folded in his pocket and handed it to her to wipe her tears. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”She took the towel and quickly wiped her tears off. “Look, I’m sorry… I am not supposed to be telling you all this, my whole drama and
Chapter 235: The Masked Duel
“Done.”The word cracked through the lair like a gunshot.For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then the ripple began—chairs screeching, necks snapping toward the sound, keyboards falling silent. Every masked face swung to the lone figure at the far desk. They closed in on the podium to watch the final part of the show.Chen leaned back in his chair, closing the laptop with one hand, as calm as a man who’d merely typed an email. On the big screen above, the glowing timer froze.23 minutes, 12 seconds.The underground roared.“No way.”“Bullshit!”“That’s not possible!”ZeroDay’s throat tightened. The self-proclaimed king sat stiff on his throne-chair, but his knuckles whitened against the armrest. He had given the crowd a month’s worth of boasting about his triumph. Now, in less than half an hour, someone had claimed to do the impossible.Chen rose slowly. He didn’t swagger, didn’t gloat. He just walked toward the podium like gravity bent around him. His mask caught the glow of the neon ligh
Chapter 236: "You Have Lost"
ZeroDay shoved his chair back with a scrape and strode to the second podium like a general reclaiming his battlefield. His mask caught the glow of the projectors, and for a heartbeat, his shadow loomed across the room, tall and sharp. He slammed his laptop down, fingers already a blur before the hinge had even locked.“You see this?” he barked, stabbing a finger at a scatterplot of IP chains. “This is mastery. This is not some fairy tale about wives and schools and children.” His laugh came harsh, too quick. “This is the real work. The invisible strings no one but me can pull.”The crowd leaned forward despite themselves. They wanted to believe him—needed to believe him. After all, ZeroDay had ruled them for months. His arrogance was familiar, almost comforting. And the colors on the screens were dazzling, hypnotic in their complexity.“Look at this relay chain,” he snapped, pulling up a map that stitched across four continents. “Pakistan to Romania, back to São Paulo, ending in Kiev.
Chapter 237: Man UP!
Fsociety was smoking hot!It wasn’t the kind of cheering you heard at a football game or a street protest. This was different—raw, unfiltered, from the gut. People who had spent years in basements hunched over keyboards, who normally only expressed emotion through lines of code and snide text on forums, were pounding the tables, stamping their boots, roaring like they’d just witnessed the impossible.And maybe they had.For ten years, governments had failed. FBI, Interpol, Europol—all their resources, satellites, and agents hadn’t dragged the Phantom out of hiding. But tonight, in less than half an hour, a masked stranger sitting at a beat-up table in an underground den had stripped him bare and broadcast him live on a hotel camera.History. That was what this moment was.“Ashen! Ashen! Ashen!” the chant started somewhere in the back, spreading like wildfire. Masks nodded, fists pounded, and soon the whole chamber thundered his name.Chen remained seated for a moment, letting the wave