“Should I just go in and start shooting? I’m sure their guard is down,” he muttered, edging forward as he slowly pushed the gate open.Just then, a dog near the group of men who were drinking and laughing started barking—loud and aggressive.Dane froze.“What now?”One of the bikers looked up, alerted.“Hey, everyone—Jack’s dog is barking. Someone’s here!”They all turned toward the gate. One of them spotted it shifting.“The gate moved! Someone’s at the back!”Dane clenched his jaw.“Do I do it now? Injure them? Take them down before they react?”The atmosphere shifted. The laughter died immediately. The lighthearted chatter vanished. Tension rose like a storm.They were starting to move—grabbing weapons, looking around.“If I start firing now, I’ll be their first target,” Dane thought.His hand went to the grenade in his jacket.“Grenade… Yeah, grenade.”He yanked the pin out, then tossed it into the middle of the yard.The grenade hit the ground with a metallic thud.A split second

As Dane walked in through the back door of the bar, he was still holding Scorpion Phone. Dane reached the bar counter and slumped into one of the chairs.“Oh shit… what did I just do?” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have killed him. I shouldn’t have.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration all over his face. “It would’ve made it easier to find the address. But at least I have his boss’s number. Maybe if I put it into that site, it’ll show me where the boss is staying. And maybe—just maybe—I can get a lead on the nephew… Gina and Ella, whoever they really are.”He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and placed his gun on the table beside him. Then he took Scorpion Phone’s phone, copied the number, and entered it into the tracking site.The screen loaded for a few seconds—then pinged.The result: a Catholic church. A bit far from where he was.“Should I start moving?” Dane muttered as he stood up. There was blood on parts of his suit—but it wasn’t his. It belonged to the peop

just need one shot. I just have to shoot him, right?Dane moved closer, his eyes locked on Jugana.But no… he’s not harmed. I can’t kill him straight away. He has to tell me where Gina and Eli are. Has he done anything to them? I’m going to ask him that.He stepped forward, silent. Then he pressed the cold metal of the gun against Jugana’s back.“Hey. Don’t you dare move,” Dane said firmly.Jugana raised one hand, palm open. “Don’t interrupt me. I’m still praying,” he said calmly.Still praying? Dane frowned. What the hell is this? Is this the problem?He pressed the gun harder. “I’m warning you. Do you think this is a joke or what?”Jugana slowly turned around, an angry look in his eyes as they met Dane’s. Dane understood exactly what that look meant.Then Jugana faced forward again, closed his eyes, and continued praying.Dane waited.Two minutes passed.Then Jugana finally finished. He turned around slowly, taking a step back as he did.“Who told you to turn around? Who told you th

As he pulled the trigger, nothing happened. He kept pulling it again and again—it didn’t shoot.Jugana looked at him and started laughing.“Ha ha ha! Looks like you’re out of bullets,” Jugana grinned.That was when Ella shouted, “Sir, I don’t know who you are, but it looks like you’re on our side! Take the gun you gave me back. Should I throw it to you?”“No! Hold that gun. Don’t give it to me!” Dane replied quickly.“Okay,” Ella said, placing the gun down carefully and watching. “I hope he’s safe,” she whispered.What should I do now? The only thing left is technique. Let’s fight and see who has the edge—who’s the real man here, Dane thought, moving closer to Jugana.“You know there’s no escaping now,” Jugana said. “You’re near me. I told you, my enemies always tremble before me, and I serve justice to evildoers just like you two. And when I’m done with you… I’ll get those girls.”Jugana looked at Gina and Ella. Dane looked at Jugana, then swung the back of his gun at Jugana’s face.

“I told you this—and I’m going to say it again. Today is your judgment day. You are doomed. And it’s not just that… you’re finished.”Dane took off the jacket of his suit and threw it aside. Now wearing only a white shirt, he moved forward, slowly unbuttoning the sleeves, dragging them up one by one. His steps were steady. Focused. Controlled.Jugana looked at him with wide, burning eyes.“You bastard… It’s all because of you… All because of you!” he shouted.“Yes,” Dane said coldly. “It’s all because of me. And today is your judgment. The Lord has sent me to give it to you.”He charged toward Jugana. In one swift motion, he leapt—his knee flying high into the air—slamming it directly into Jugana’s face.Jugana collapsed to the ground.Dane landed and dropped onto him, punching him—once, twice, again and again.“You bastard!” Dane yelled. “I don’t know what you think you are, but you’re a psychopath wearing the mask of a priest. You’ll never wear this again. Maybe you won’t even get t