As the pale green gas continued to swirl through the lobby, Yemin fought to maintain consciousness while the bioweapon attacked his system.Around him, James and the remaining thugs were writhing on the floor, their bodies shutting down rapidly."What the hell was in those canisters?" Yemin demanded, his voice strained but still steady.James looked up at him with blood streaming from his eyes, his face twisted in agony and bitter satisfaction. "Why... why should I tell you? There's no hope... for either of us now.""Because we're both dying," Yemin replied grimly. "At least tell me what you made me sign."James coughed violently, spattering blood across the marble floor. His breathing was becoming increasingly labored, but his eyes still burned with vindictive pleasure."It was... all part of Justin's plan," James gasped between painful breaths. "Everything you own... everything you've built... it all goes to him when you die.""So I'll return to being a pauper," Yemin said, confirmi

Justin Castellanos stood up from his booth, applauding slowly as he surveyed the scene before him.Blood streamed down Yemin's face, his expensive suit was torn and stained, and his entire body trembled from the effects of the bioweapon. Yet somehow, impossibly, he had made it here and was still fighting."Bravo, Yemin! Absolutely magnificent!" Justin's voice dripped with mock admiration. "I have to admit, I'm genuinely impressed. I never expected that pathetic fool James to actually succeed at anything, let alone bringing down the great Yemin Morgan."Yemin gripped the contract tighter, feeling his strength continue to ebb with each passing second. The bioweapon was accelerating through his system now, attacking his organs and nervous system with increasing ferocity."You look terrible," Justin continued, his tone shifting to cruel satisfaction. "How long do you think you have? Minutes? Hours? That bioweapon is quite something, isn't it?""Long enough," Yemin replied hoarsely, though

Justin Castellanos stood in his VIP booth, his face twisted with rage as he watched Yemin disappear down the stairwell. The realization that he had been outmaneuvered by a dying man filled him with a fury that bordered on madness."I can't believe I fell for that pathetic bluff!" Justin roared, slamming his fist on the table. "A sick, bleeding man just made fools of all of us!"The silence in the VIP section was deafening. His men stood around awkwardly, unsure whether to pursue Yemin or wait for orders. The air was thick with tension and embarrassment."Listen to me carefully," Justin said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. "Whoever can find Yemin Morgan, get that contract from him, and preferably kill him in the process will earn my eternal gratitude. I will owe that person a favor that can be called in at any time."The promise of Justin's favor was worth more than money to many of the criminals and associates gathered in the club. Several men immediately stepped forward, eager

Yemin stumbled through the city streets, his vision blurring as the bioweapon continued its assault on his system.Blood dripped steadily from his nose and fingernails, leaving a crimson trail on the sidewalk.He had perhaps thirty minutes before the toxin overwhelmed even his enhanced metabolism.The twenty-four-hour pharmacy on Fifth Street was his only hope.Breaking through the reinforced glass door sent alarms blaring, but Yemin ignored the noise as he made his way to the medical supplies section.He needed specific compounds – antiviral agents, immune system boosters, and neutralizing chemicals that could counteract the bioweapon's effects.Working with trembling hands, he began combining ingredients with the precision of someone who had synthesized antidotes under pressure before.The pain in his head was excruciating, but his mind remained sharp enough to calculate the proper ratios and chemical interactions.As he worked, Yemin pulled out a lighter and set fire to the contrac

Roberto Santangelo ended the phone call with Viktor Kozlov, his face lighting up with satisfaction and greed. The opportunity to eliminate Yemin Morgan while simultaneously positioning himself for greater power was too perfect to pass up."Finally," Roberto muttered to himself as he pulled out a fresh contract from his desk drawer. "Time to make some adjustments to the plan."The document he'd prepared was nearly identical to the one Justin had commissioned, with one crucial difference: instead of transferring Yemin's assets to Justin Castellanos, this version would make Roberto the sole beneficiary of the billionaire's empire.Roberto reviewed the contract with growing excitement. Billions of dollars in real estate, corporate holdings, investment portfolios, and liquid assets would all become his the moment Yemin signed and died. He would become one of the most powerful men in the city overnight."Justin thinks he's so clever," Roberto said with a cold smile. "But greed makes men stu