At Jaden's new penthouse.The room was dead silent—only the hum of the city far below the glass walls broke through.Jaden sat cross-legged on the floor, shirtless, his eyes closed, breath slow and even. A light breeze from the open balcony fluttered the curtains. The scar down his back was visible—ugly, deep, old. His body, still as stone, radiated calm… but not peace.Then the elevator beeped.Footsteps.Drax entered, boots heavy against the marble. He tossed a thick envelope onto the table. A glossy photograph slid out."Fifty million bounty," Drax said, voice rough. "From the Blakes. For your head."Jaden didn’t even twitch.Drax scoffed. “You really did a number on that golden boy, huh? Word is, he’s bawling in bed. Can’t have kids. Family’s losing their mind.”Still, nothing from Jaden.Drax took a seat on the arm of the couch, leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Oh—and it’s not just the Blakes anymore. The Gravesends joined the hunt.”That got a blink from Jaden. Just one.“B

Stanwell's face twitched.“How dare you?” he barked. “You got a death wish or what?”The crowd erupted again — laughter, gasps, shouts.“Yo, this kid got some nerve!”“He crazy or just stupid?”“Somebody tell him who Stanwell is!”“Bro’s gonna get folded in the first minute.”Stanwell stepped forward, eyes burning.“You come in here and talk like you own the place?” he said, slamming his gloves together. “You’re dead meat.”Jaden raised one brow, then looked down at his gloves and started loosening them.Stanwell frowned. “What the hell are you doing?”“To make this fair,” Jaden said, pulling one glove off slowly, “I’ll only use one hand.”He let the glove drop to the floor. The crowd gasped.Then he took off the other glove too and tossed it outside the ring.“You know what? Let’s take it a step further,” he said. “If you can land just one punch on me... I’ll let you walk out with your pride.”The whole dome went silent.Stanwell’s face turned red.“You cocky piece of—!”The crowd ex

Stanwell’s body was still twitching where Jaden left him, his face bashed in beyond recognition. The blood hadn’t even dried yet, but the stadium had already exploded into pure chaos. Fans screamed. Some were scrambling over seats, others rushing toward the exits like animals running from fire. Even the underground bosses were slipping through the chaos, dragging their armed escorts with them.Jaden didn’t move in a rush. Calm. Still. His hands in his pockets.He stepped off the ring like nothing happened. But then, just before he could make it past the VIP railing, he noticed something.One man stood up.Then another.Then five more. Ten. Fifteen.Like shadows peeling off the crowd.Jaden’s eyes scanned them all. They weren’t ordinary viewers. They weren’t scared. They weren’t running.They were moving in.A circle was forming around him.One of them, tall and ugly with a crooked jaw and a scar slicing down his left brow, stepped out from the rest.He was holding a semi-auto in one h

At the Gravesend Mansion The dimly lit study in the Gravesend manor seemed to be quite, too quite. after the death of Baron Gravesend, the family have been mourning and all their forces were out to find the killer responsible for this. A man stood near the tall window, the purple-black sky creeping in through the glass, framing him in a silhouette of power and danger.He turned away from the view and walked back toward his men — a small group dressed in black suits, well-armed, well-trained — waiting quietly for his orders.“Send a message.”He paused for a moment, letting the silence weigh heavy in the room.“Send it directly to the Killer.”The soldiers exchanged glances, unsure if this was a bold move or pure madness.“The Killer, sir?” a young man asked quietly, his knuckles white on his holstered pistol.“The… one who… took Baron’s life?”The man nodded, unfazed by their nervousness.“Exactly. The man who made a mess of this family. The man who thinks we’re weak… vulnerable.”H

At Sunrise — At the Edge of a Cliff Overlooking the SeaThe first rays of the sun glimmered across the restless waters below, casting a shimmering path of gold on the surface of the sea. The air was thick with the smell of brine and danger, a piercing chill riding the morning breeze.Drax's jeep came to a gravelly halt just a few feet from the cliff's edge. The wheels skidded briefly, kicking up a small cloud of sand and pebbles. Without ceremony, Drax hopped down from the driver's side and walked back to the rear, where a large, lumpy sack was tied down with heavy leather belts.He undid the belts in a few decisive movements, grabbed the bottom of the sack, and upended it.Peter fell forward with a sickening thud, his shoulder striking the gravel first, then his face. His hands were bound, his body weak from having been kept in the bag. He tried to raise himself on shaky arms, letting sand trickle through his knuckles, trying to gather whatever dignity remained.Jaden remained unfaze