All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 261
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Chapter 273
Carter’s gaze fell directly on Harry, unflinching. “Shocked to see us?” he asked, his voice smooth but dangerous, carrying that calm menace only someone used to power could wield. Harry swallowed hard, his throat dry. "You see, Harry, this is our opportunity.” He gestured with a long, pale hand, pointing to the men standing ready behind him. “Our opportunity to deal with you ourselves, instead of letting the police—or anyone else—handle you. Tonight, this is on our terms.” Harry’s stomach dropped. “Deal with me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the weight of their eyes pressing into his back, the expectation radiating from them like heat from fire. Carter took a measured step closer. “Yes, deal with you,” he repeated. “You’ll pay for John's blood!" .His words cut like steel, sharp and absolute. “You killed our brother. That much is clear. But John’s name, his life, will not be twisted further in any… ritual or revenge. That line, Harry,
Chapter 274
The evening air around the Ministry of Security’s residence was crisp, tinged with the faint aroma of freshly pruned hedges that lined the vast compound.Floodlights swept across the stone walls, illuminating guards stationed at every corner. The black vehicle that carried Logan pulled to a slow halt at the main entrance.Logan stepped out with measured calm, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit that whispered power without the need for words. His jaw was set, eyes sharp, and demeanor commanding—he was a man who carried storms within him yet concealed them beneath a composed exterior.The guards, upon verifying his details, wasted no time. One of them gave a crisp salute, the kind reserved for men who mattered. “Mr. Brooks, you are expected. Please, this way.”He was ushered past the grand double doors of the Ministry’s residence, where polished marble floors gleamed under golden chandeliers. The corridor was wide, lined with oil paintings of national heroes and towering fig
Chapter 275
The woman’s beauty was undeniable, but what drew more attention was the air of authority she carried, as though the room itself bowed to her. Conversations hushed slightly as eyes followed her path.When she reached Logan, she extended her hand with a confident smile.“Mr. Brooks,” she said smoothly, her voice low but commanding. “I’ve heard much about you.”Logan’s sharp eyes studied her, narrowing slightly as he placed his glass down and took her hand in a firm shake. “And you are?”“The daughter of the Minister of Security,” she replied, her smile widening as though she enjoyed the ripple of surprise her introduction caused. “You may call me Isabella.”Logan inclined his head respectfully. “A rare honor, then. I don’t often find myself in such company.”Isabella leaned slightly closer, her perfume subtle yet intoxicating. “Oh, don’t be modest. I heard you’re the iron hand—the man who never bends, who always gets things done, no matter the cost.”There was a flicker of satisfac
Chapter 276
The day had been long—too long. Logan's shoulders ached and his eyes burned with fatigue. All he wanted was to reach home, take a shower, and sink into bed. Logan tapped the steering wheel impatiently, glancing now and then at the dashboard clock. It was almost midnight. Then, just ahead, two vehicles appeared out of nowhere—parked side by side, completely blocking the narrow road. At first, Logan thought maybe it was a minor accident or that one of the cars had broken down. But as he drew closer, he realized that the cars looked perfectly fine—no hazard lights, no signs of distress. His brows furrowed. Something about the scene didn’t feel right. He slowed down, flashed his headlights once, then twice, hoping they’d move. When no one budged, he pressed his horn—short bursts at first, then longer ones. The blare shattered the quiet night, echoing through the trees. Still, nothing. Frustration surged through him. “What the hell is wrong with these people?” he muttered und
Chapter 277
The van's engine coughed once and fell silent. Two men eased open the rear doors and Logan hung between them, limp as a rag doll, one arm dangling, the other slumped across his stomach. His eyelids fluttered now and then, but he did not wake. He slept as they dragged him across broken concrete and up the rotten steps of the abandoned house.Inside the house, the air was stale with the scent of mildew and long-forgotten fires. A single naked bulb dangled on an exposed wire and sputtered when they shoved Logan into the center of what had once been a living room. They dropped him to his knees without a sound of mercy.The rope tied between his hands had been loosened enough to let his torso rest against splintered floorboards, but not so much that he could lift himself.For a long moment, no one spoke. The men who had brought him in swapped glances, had obeyed orders; they had done their work. They stood back and watched the sleeping giant they had humiliated, waiting for what wou
Chapter 278
The moment Mart barked the order, his men didn’t hesitate. The air in the abandoned house thickened with violent energy. One of them stepped forward and gripped Logan by the hair, jerking his head up. His eyelids fluttered open at last, slow and heavy like someone surfacing from a deep coma. His pupils tried to adjust to the harsh glare of the ring lights shining directly into his face. Confusion flickered across his bloodstained features as he squinted against the brightness.“Wake up, Iron Hand,” Mart mocked from somewhere behind the lights. “Wake up and show the world what a legend looks like when he’s crawling.”The words cut through Logan’s daze, dragging him further back into consciousness. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue, and every nerve screamed from the bruises already swelling beneath his skin. He coughed, trying to lift his head. But before he could fully orient himself, a boot connected with his ribs, forcing out a sharp grunt.Another blow followed.
Chapter 279
The moment Mart and his remaining men witnessed the impossible sight before them—their comrades lying twisted and broken across the dusty floorboards—their rage boiled over like lava. The air in the abandoned house thickened, charged with fury and disbelief.Logan stood in the center of the chaos, his chest rising and falling, the dim light from the shattered bulbs reflecting off the sweat and blood on his face. His wrist still glimmered faintly from the power of the heirloom bracelet.The aura surrounding him was almost tangible—silent, commanding, and deadly.Mart’s jaw clenched, his veins throbbing beneath his skin. “You think this is over?” he spat, his voice sharp with venom. “You think you can just walk in here, destroy everything I’ve built, and leave standing?”Logan’s gaze was steady, cold. “You should have learned your lesson the first time,” he said quietly, his tone almost pitying. “But you never stop until you’re broken.”The insult hit deep. Mart’s nostrils flared,
Chapter 280
Within a short while, the room filled.They came in a tide—boots thudding on splintered floorboards, the scrape of glinting metal against belts, the low susurration of conversation folding into a single, savage murmur. One by one, they poured through the broken doorway until every shadowed corner was occupied, until the dim lightbulbs hanging from frayed wires seemed to shiver under the weight of so many bodies. Close to forty men now crowded the ruined living room: broad shoulders, hard faces, eyes dull with the practiced cruelty of people who had seen too much and felt nothing. The house itself seemed to recoil, timber groaning softly as if to protest the way it had been turned into a stage for this kind of malice.“All of you in?” Mart called, voice booming, as if someone might still be late. “Forty strong and hungry. Beautiful. Perfect.”A raucous cheer answered him—half bark, half barked.Mart’s eyes glittered as he considered the tableau. “You lot know why you’re here,” he s
Chapter 281
They thought they had him. The men lunged fiercely at Logan and he knelt where they’d left him, head bowed, a smear of dried blood a line across one cheek, and one eye swollen shut. He breathed shallowly, pretending to be a man already broken beyond repair. His limbs lay loose and the men swaggered, each one wanting the honor of the first strike, each one tasting the promised one-hundred-million dollars like a warm feast. They kicked and prodded like scavengers with every shove and every jeer feeding their confidence. They circled closer until his ribs felt the press of a dozen boots. Mart stood in their midst with his chest lifted with triumph. Then, in a motion quicker than sight, Logan was up. It happened in the twinkling of an eye, but it did not look like a sudden outburst. It looked strange—almost otherworldly—because Logan’s response was not a wild flurry. The first man to lunge came from the left, a knife glinting. Logan’s head rose as though with its o
Chapter 282
Mart was no ordinary man.He stood at the far end of the shattered room with his body wrapped in the infamous Cloak of Power. The dark garment shimmered faintly under the dim lights, like black smoke swirling against his shoulders.Those who had followed him for years knew what that meant—the cloak was said to be crafted with enchantments passed down through generations, enhancing the strength, rage, and endurance of whoever wore it.Some of his men, still writhing on the ground, managed to look up. Their beaten faces twisted into weary smirks. They could feel the raw power radiating from Mart like waves of heat. His veins pulsed visibly beneath his skin, his eyes glowing faintly red with fury and adrenaline. A faint hum seemed to vibrate through the floorboards beneath him.They could tell that something was about to happen.“Now,” one of them whispered hoarsely, dragging himself up by the broken frame of a chair. “Now he’ll finish that bastard…”Logan stood in the middle of the