The Free Zone of Kirames was no place for the faint of heart. Narrow streets covered in faded murals and the lingering scent of chemicals were home to those who thrived in the shadows of the law. Here, con artists, assassins, and corrupt businessmen ran a world of their own.Alyssa wore a black leather jacket, her hair tucked under a cap. Rinto walked half a step behind her, while two of their bodyguards followed in a concealed formation.“The shell company is at the end of alley G-17. No signboard. Just a steel door and thermal cameras,” Rinto whispered.Alyssa nodded, her eyes scanning the surroundings.They stopped in front of the mentioned building. The walls were moss-covered, and the door looked like it belonged to an old warehouse. But Alyssa knew—places like this often held the deadliest data.“Activate the signal jammer. Don’t let them contact anyone,” she said flatly.Rinto tapped a small button on his wristwatch.Alyssa stepped forward and knocked three times—paused for a s

"Call that useless grandson. If he refuses, drag him here!" Shimin shouted to his subordinate.The guard immediately bowed and turned around.Meanwhile, Hansen raised an eyebrow, curious but didn’t ask further.Fatmala noticed Hansen’s expression and quickly explained, “Grandfather has brought Candra.”Hearing that, Hansen instantly understood what was going to happen. He and Candra had previously had a disagreement over a woman—Lauren.“I don’t want to!” Candra’s voice echoed down the hallway of the Atmajaya residence as he was dragged in roughly by Reza.Hansen quickly stood up and said to Shimin, “Mr. Shimin. This really isn’t necessary. I’ve already forgiven everything. Let’s leave the past in the past.”But Shimin was a strict man. Without that trait, he wouldn’t have become such an influential figure in the Nation of Lions.“Kneel and apologize!” His voice thundered like lightning in the middle of the day, stabbing into Candra’s head.Candra stared at Hansen, full of hatred. But

The main airport in the capital of Epora was packed that night. Bright lights shimmered among rows of luxury cars and unusually tight security. But behind the busy scene, few realized that tonight wasn’t just another arrival—it was the beginning of a hunt. At the arrivals terminal, a tall man in a long black coat stood calmly. His face was cold, and his eyes sharp like a hawk’s. In his hand, he clutched a pair of leather gloves—something he only wore when it was time to “work.” “Three minutes left. Get ready,” the man said quietly. Ramos—a name that struck fear in many within the underworld—was preparing to greet his target. Meanwhile, in the air, Hansen sat relaxed in a business class seat. His eyes were half-closed, but his mind was on high alert. The faint aura he sensed in the distance—though subtle—reminded him of someone from the past. ‘Alex won’t let me land in peace, huh?’ He opened his eyes and pulled out the phone from his jacket—one that Fatmala had given him earli

Ellara stood beside Kira's bed, her eyes gently watching her friend's still face. Kira’s body was covered in IV tubes and monitoring devices that constantly tracked her vital signs. Though alive, Kira showed no signs of waking up.“Is this because of the vampire blood inside you?” Ellara murmured softly, recalling the injection given to Kira by the Vampire Queen earlier.She took a deep breath and whispered, “When will you wake up, Kira? Hansen is back. He’s safe.”For a moment, Ellara hoped for a reaction—a twitch of a finger, a blink, anything. But there was nothing. Just the monotonous beep of the machines.Inside the Black Mamba RoomHansen sat in a modest conference room adorned with maps and operational documents. Across from him, Stanley—the leader of Black Mamba—was explaining something with a serious expression. Laotaro sat next to Hansen, while Alyssa clung tightly to Hansen’s arm, as if unwilling to let go.“So, how was the battle in Kirames City?” Hansen asked, trying to d

From behind the clouds of dust and falling debris, all eyes turned to a single point. Silence. Tension. Those seconds felt frozen in time.Then, from the dim hallway, two figures emerged—Hansen and Laotaro, their bodies surrounded by spiritual auras that made the air tremble. Sparks of lightning jumped from Hansen’s hands, and cold wind swirled around Laotaro, blowing the dust aside.Alyssa’s eyes widened as she saw them. “Hansen… Father…” she whispered.Without hesitation, she tried to run toward them, but two of Alex’s men blocked her path, weapons drawn.“Don’t move!” barked one of them.But before they could touch Alyssa, a flash of light struck from the side.BRAGH!Both men were slammed into the wall like rag dolls, instantly unconscious.“I said,” Hansen’s voice echoed, filled with rage, “Don’t touch her.”Alyssa immediately ran into Laotaro’s embrace, who shielded her, while Hansen stepped forward, his gaze like lightning ready to strike.Suddenly, slow footsteps echoed from t