All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 431
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Chapter 443
Charlotte’s scream tore through the room, raw and broken, echoing off the walls like a wound ripped open. The sound came from somewhere deep inside her, a place where fear and grief tangled so tightly they became indistinguishable. Her eyes were locked onto Logan’s motionless body on the floor, unable to look away even as her mind begged her to deny what she was seeing.Blood had pooled beneath him, dark and unforgiving, spreading slowly across the cold surface. It stained the floor, the sight of it burning into her vision. The stillness of his body was wrong—too complete, too final. That stillness shattered something deep inside her chest, something she wasn’t sure could ever be put back together.“You killed him!” she screamed at the men, her voice cracking under the weight of grief and fury. “You murderers! You killed him!”Her hands trembled violently as she staggered forward on instinct, her legs moving before her mind could catch up. Every part of her screamed to reach him, as i
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For a fleeting moment, the men froze, caught off guard by her audacity. They had expected screams, tears, pleading—anything but resistance. The hesitation was brief, no more than a heartbeat, but it was enough to register surprise flickering across their hardened faces. Then rage surged through them like wildfire. Their expressions twisted, jaws clenching, knuckles tightening as fury replaced shock. With snarls of anger, they lunged toward her at the same time, intent on overwhelming her before she could react again.Charlotte’s instincts kicked in immediately.Her body moved before her mind could catch up, driven purely by survival. She twisted sharply to the side, narrowly dodging a hand that reached for her hair. At the same time, she lashed out with her foot, kicking the second man as hard as she could manage. The impact sent pain shooting up her leg, but she welcomed it—it meant she was still standing. The room erupted into chaos as her resistance met their brute strength.She du
Chapter 445
The room was thick with tension, each breath seeming to hang in the stale, oppressive air. Charlotte’s hands trembled as she pressed against Logan’s chest, trying desperately to steady him, to offer what little support she could. His shirt was soaked through with blood, the deep crimson staining her own hands as they gripped him, but still he remained upright, stubbornly defiant. Around them, the men who had attacked were recovering from their brief hesitation, their faces twisted with a mix of rage, disbelief, and frustration. The one who had struck Logan earlier raised his sword once more, his eyes wild with impatience and incredulity.“Enough of this!” he snarled, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension like a knife. “You’re still alive? I’ll finish this myself!”Without giving them a moment to react, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the dim light of the room in a deadly streak. Logan’s hands tightened around his own weapon, bracing for the impact, every muscl
Chapter 446
As the men stared at Donald now, disbelief and fear etched across their faces and their confidence began to falter. The first man, the one who had noticed the symbol on Logan’s waist, finally spoke, his voice trembling and faltering under the weight of realization.“He… he’s the Iron Hand,” he stammered, pointing at Logan. The words barely escaped his lips, yet they carried the awe and terror of someone who had just glimpsed a force far beyond comprehension. His tone was equal parts fear and incredulity, as though the very mention of the name invoked something ancient and unavoidable.A burst of laughter erupted from the rest of the men. It was loud, brash, a mix of disbelief and bravado. One of them threw his head back and guffawed, the sound echoing sharply in the room. “The Iron Hand? That’s a joke, right? That so-called legend… influential in the city, they say? And you’re telling me… this man, this Logan, is supposed to be that power? Please! How is that even possible?”The other
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The room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the men sprawled across the polished floor. Their bodies ached, bruises and cuts covering them, and their clothing had been reduced to tatters by Logan’s relentless strikes. Even the smallest shred of dignity had been stripped from them. They groaned in pain, clutching themselves, trying to shield their bruised bodies. Shame and fear were etched into every line of their faces.One of them, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his cheek, pushed himself up on trembling arms. His gaze wandered around the room, finding nothing but the remnants of their pride. He looked at the other men, who were equally defeated, and whispered, “We… we have to get out of here. Now.”The men scrambled to gather whatever pieces of clothing they could find, using torn shirts, bits of cloth, even the remains of their belts to cover themselves. Their hands shook as they attempted to create a semblance of modesty. Every movement was painful, every step
Chapter 448
The room in Edmund’s mansion was dimly lit. Edmund sat behind his massive oak desk, fingers drumming impatiently, eyes fixed on the phone in front of him. His mind raced, unable to quiet the gnawing thought that had taken root overnight: how could his most capable men, those he had personally trained, those who were lethal, disciplined, and seasoned, be utterly defeated by a single man? And now, to make matters worse, they had dared to call him with the news, claiming that the man they had been sent to eliminate was more than human—a “beast,” as they had said.He inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself, but his frustration only intensified. There was only one way to get clarity—he would call the attackers directly. With decisive movement, he pressed the speed dial for the tallest of the men, the one who had been the first to contact him with the news of their humiliation. His hand trembled slightly, a combination of rage and disbelief, as he lifted the receiver to his ear.After a f
Chapter 449
Moments later, the sound of multiple vehicles approaching the building became audible. Through the window, Logan and Charlotte could see the fleet of sleek black SUVs pulling up to the entrance. One by one, men and women in impeccably tailored outfits emerged—each exuding power, wealth, and menace. The Sullivan family had come. Every member, it seemed, had arrived in person.Logan turned slightly, eyes narrowing with interest. “Looks like they’ve decided to show themselves,” he said quietly. “All at once.”Charlotte’s gaze followed his, worry etched deeply on her face. “Logan… they’re serious. They’ve come to confront us directly.”Logan gave a small smirk, his hands clasping behind his back. “Then we’ll meet them as we always do. Face to face.”The front doors opened, and the members of the Sullivan family stepped into the grand hall of Logan’s penthouse. Barbara led the group, her expression cold, calculated, and full of authority. Behind her were her brothers, cousins, and a few cl
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Tears streaked down Barbara’s face, dripping onto the polished marble floor as her shoulders shook with quiet, broken sobs. Her knees pressed painfully into the cold surface, yet she barely seemed to notice. Shame, fear, and desperation warred across her features, stripping away every trace of the arrogance she had once worn so proudly. Around her, the other members of the Sullivan family stood frozen, their expressions a tangled mix of fear, resentment, and disbelief. None of them had ever imagined a day when one of their own—especially Barbara—would kneel before an outsider, pleading for mercy.The silence in the hall was heavy, almost suffocating.Logan stood a few steps away, tall and unyielding, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. He did not need to raise his voice or gesture dramatically; authority clung to him naturally. His eyes were fixed on Barbara, but when he spoke, his words were meant for every person in the room.“Barbara,” he said, his voice steady and col
Chapter 451
The two men who had charged at Logan were unlike any ordinary enforcers the Sullivan family had ever employed. They were gigantic in stature, towering over everyone in the room, their broad shoulders stretching the seams of their dark outfits as if the fabric itself struggled to contain them. Thick veins ran along their arms like coiled ropes, pulsing beneath scarred skin that told stories no one dared to ask about. Their faces were hard and unforgiving, carved by years of violence and hardened by countless brutal encounters. Just standing there, they radiated menace, an oppressive weight that pressed down on the air itself. Their eyes were cold and predatory, sweeping the room with the detached hunger of men who had broken others for a living—enough to terrify even the bravest soul.Several members of the Sullivan family instinctively stepped back, their hearts pounding so loudly they were certain others could hear it. A few clutched the arms of chairs or reached for the wall behind
Chapter 452
The living room felt unusually still after the last of the Sullivan family members finished apologizing. What had once been filled with arrogance, sharp tongues, and thinly veiled threats was now heavy with shame and fear. Their earlier confidence had dissolved completely, replaced by bowed heads, trembling hands, and voices that cracked as each person confessed their part in the schemes that had nearly destroyed lives. Conspiracies were admitted openly. Threats were acknowledged without denial. Even the blood that had almost been spilled was spoken of with haunted remorse. The weight of everything that had happened lingered thickly in the air, pressing down on everyone present.Charlotte stood close to Logan, her hands clasped tightly together in front of her as if anchoring herself. Her fingers were cold, her palms damp. Her eyes moved from face to face, searching not just for words, but for truth behind them. She had endured fear, grief, and humiliation because of these people. Nig