The East Valley Quarry was unlike any other place in the world. A sanctuary for the damned, a prison for the untouchable. Super-criminals, disgraced elites, and fugitives all found shelter here. But there was only one rule ,absolute obedience to Davion Hargreaves.A warrior feared by all. A man no one dared to cross.Right now, one of those prisoners was on his knees in front of him. Losthar Milton, once a billionaire, now just another worm groveling for mercy. His forehead touched the cold floor, his entire body trembling.“Sir, I have finished cleaning the toilets,” he whispered, not daring to meet Davion’s gaze.Davion leaned back in his chair, swirling a cup of red tea in his hand. His sharp, wolf-like eyes studied the pathetic man before him.“And?” His voice was calm, indifferent.“I seek your forgiveness sire.” Losthar’s forehead was slick with sweat.Davion took a slow sip of his tea. “Next time you add sugar to my tea without permission, you’ll be scrubbing the entire quarry

Irene's hands stayed raised, fingers trembling just enough to pass as fear. But her heart wasn’t racing from panic — it pounded with cold, calculated adrenaline. Every breath she took was deliberate, measured, a conscious effort to stay sharp. Her gaze darted around the terminal, cataloguing every detail: the number of attackers, their weapons, the hostages huddled in clusters, the broken vending machine sparking near the wall — a potential distraction.She counted the thugs again. Six. No, seven. One lingered by the emergency exit, pacing like a caged animal, the butt of his rifle tapping against his palm. The leader, a wiry man with a jagged scar down his cheek, clutched the detonator with white-knuckled fingers. His thumb hovered over the button like he wanted an excuse to press it.One wrong move, and everyone dies."Davion," Irene whispered, her lips barely moving. She kept her eyes forward, locked on the scar-faced leader. "I’m going to create a distraction. When I do, get behin

Davion’s face burned, not with shame, but with restrained fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but he refused to bow his head. He met Margaret’s glare with an icy stare of his own, his jaw tight but steady.Wesley noticed and shot Margaret a sharp look, his voice low but firm.“That’s enough, Margaret,” he muttered, his eyes flashing with warning.Margaret lifted her chin and her lips curled into a thin, contemptuous smile.“I haven’t said anything wrong,” she said sweetly, feigning innocence. “It’s just strange for someone to show up after so many years... empty-handed. A little gift would’ve been polite, don’t you think?”Davion swallowed hard and the weight of her words pressed against his chest. But he said nothing, keeping his posture rigid.Wesley’s brows knitted together, and he placed a reassuring hand on Davion’s back, his voice gentler.“Come inside, my boy.”He guided Davion into the sprawling mansion — the place Davion had once called home

Davion barely flinched as the thugs lunged at him. In a blur of motion, he dodged the first punch, twisted around, and slammed his fist into the thug’s gut. The guy gasped, eyes bulging, before dropping like a sack of bricks.Another thug came at him with a knife, but Davion side-stepped at the last second, grabbing the guy’s wrist and twisting it hard. The knife clattered to the floor, and with one well-placed kick, the thug flew backward, crashing into a table.The rest of them hesitated, but their leader barked, “Get him!”Bad idea.Davion took them down one by one—lightning-fast punches, bone-crunching kicks, and effortless dodges. Within minutes, all of them were on the ground, groaning in pain. One guy tried to crawl away, but Davion planted his foot on the thug leader’s chest, pinning him down.“Talk,” Davion commanded, his voice dangerously low.The leader groaned, his face twisted in pain. “W-We weren’t here for the money,” he stammered. “Not really.”Davion narrowed his eyes

Davion arrived at the location Wilson had sent him, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and the scene before him was not what he had expected.Instead of Mad Tiger’s men lurking in the shadows, the entire place was surrounded by military forces. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers stood at attention, their rifles aimed at the massive compound in front of them.At the center of it all stood Irene.Davion sighed. Great. Just what I needed.Irene, dressed in her military uniform, radiated authority, but her face was twisted in frustration. Her subordinates looked uneasy, their expressions filled with both exhaustion and fear.One soldier hesitated before stepping forward. “Commander, we’ve been attacking for four hours now, but… there’s been no progress at all.”Irene’s fists clenched at her sides. “Four hours? You’re telling me that after four hours of fighting, you still haven’t broken in? Are you all completely useless?!”The soldier swallowed hard and looke