The dark corridors of the Wayne mansion echoed with hurried footsteps as Lord Leo, Jack, Justin, and the remaining police officers spread out, weapons drawn. Sweat beaded across everyone's brows as they scanned each corner and hallway. The tension hung in the air like fog.Suddenly, Nike Wayne’s voice boomed through the mansion’s speaker system, low and taunting.“You’re all going to die in here.”Everyone froze at a spot.The commander turned his head, his voice tight with rage. “How do you intend to do that, Wayne?”Nike’s mocking laugh echoed. “Oh, Commander... haven’t you figured it out yet? This isn’t just a mansion. It’s a cathedral of chaos,a building filled with booby traps. And guess what? I’ve already activated them.”Jack took a step forward, shouting toward the walls. “You don’t have to do this, Nike. Just give yourself up!”But Nike replied, dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t I already tell you? Giving up isn’t an option.”Lord Leo, trying to reason with him, added.“Ther

Jack sat on the edge of his bed, eyes still glued to the news broadcast as the grainy footage of Crime Boss Wayne being swarmed by reporters played on repeat. The scene outside the airport terminal was chaotic. Cameramen shoved against one another, jostling for a better shot while bodyguards tried desperately to form a wall between their furious boss and the clamoring press.Reporters shouted questions,their voices overlapping like a crashing wave of confusion:“Boss Wayne, what do you have to say about your son’s arrest?”“Are the rumors true that you flew in to demand his release?”“Sir, did you know about your son's involvement in the Blue Heavens massacre?”Wayne didn’t say a word. His jaw was clenched so tightly that a vein in his temple throbbed. He moved like a storm cloaked in a tailored suit, his heavy black overcoat flowing behind him like smoke. Two of his bodyguards shoved aside the nearest reporters, nearly knocking a cameraman over as Wayne stormed toward a waiting lim

Jack blinked, still catching his breath from his jog out of the mansion. His hand gripped the car door as he climbed in, shutting it behind him with a soft thud.Lord Leo’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his eyes not leaving the road ahead even as he repeated, this time with a crooked, sarcastic smirk. “Guess what I found out?”Jack chuckled and shook his head, the tension slowly rolling off his shoulders. “Well, I found out something pretty insane room” He said. “But you go first.”Lord Leo leaned back slightly, his smirk widening. “The disguises…” He paused dramatically.“…are ready.”Jack blinked. “Wait,what disguises?”“The ones we’re wearing to court.” Lord Leo said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Security camera technicians. With official tags, wires, fake coffee stains, and all.”Jack narrowed his eyes. “Seriously? That’s your big find?”Lord Leo gave a mock gasp, placing a hand over his chest. “Excuse me! Do you know how hard it is to get two full acces

The Judge sighed, his smile fading as he moved slowly back around to his seat. “He came to argue that his son,Nike Wayne,was wrongly imprisoned. He presented legal documents, cited procedural flaws in the arrest, and intends to force a trial with no witnesses to back the accusations.”Jack’s fists clenched. “So he is trying to pull him out.”Lord Leo shook his head slowly. “And if there are no witnesses, no proof… the court could release him.”The Judge looked between them, his expression grave. “I assume you didn’t come here just to ask questions.”Lord Leo leaned in, his tone cold and direct. “No. We came here with a plan… one that involves testifying.”He exchanged a loaded glance with Jack, and without another word, Lord Leo reached into his coat and drew out a small chip drive,one that held the footage from the prison’s surveillance camera. Footage of the real attacker. Footage that could put Nike Wayne exactly where he belonged.Lord Leo reached into the inner pocket of his

The courtroom was still buzzing with whispers and disbelief as Jack and Lord Leo stormed out into the cool, late-afternoon air. The sky above Blue Heavens was painted in shades of smoky grey, threatening rain, as if the city itself had sensed the unrest.Their black SUV stood waiting at the far end of the lot like a coiled animal, glistening with fresh dew. Jack yanked open the passenger door while Lord Leo slid behind the wheel. Neither of them spoke for a moment,they were too busy tearing away the disguises that had just helped expose the truth.Jack peeled off the navy-blue technician’s vest first, tossing it into the backseat like it burned his fingers. He then reached up and tore away the false mustache that had clung to his skin since early morning. The glue tugged painfully, but he didn’t flinch. Sweat from the trial still clung to his temples as he shook out his damp curls. “God, I hate fake facial hair.” He muttered with a scoff.Lord Leo let out a low breath as he unclas