The overhead bulb swung slowly, casting fractured shadows across the cracked floor. Emilia’s gaze remained locked on the figure before her, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips parted, trembling, as if trying to make sense of a ghost standing before her.“Kyle…” She murmured, her voice hoarse. “Kyle Rick,but… how are you…”Kyle Rick lifted a hand with a smirk, stopping her mid-sentence.“How am I alive? That’s the question I asked myself… the moment I opened my eyes.”He strode toward her slowly, each footstep echoing in the metal room, then pulled a metal chair and sat directly across from her, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.“You see, the last time I was in Blue Heavens, I was in chains. Tossed into prison like a rabid dog. Abandoned by the very people who used me.”His voice darkened, dripping with venom.“Then came Nike Wayne. That sanctimonious bastard.”His hand slowly clenched into a fist, knuckles whitening.“He came to my cell with that smug little grin. I r

Kyle narrowed his eyes at Ray, then flicked a glance toward Ray’s bodyguard at the far end of the room. The man stood statue-still, offering no reaction.Kyle returned his gaze to Ray and raised a brow.“Ehh… do you know that clown?”Ray’s throat worked slowly. “He looks a lot like my cousin.” He muttered. “My dead cousin…”Kyle’s eyebrows lifted. “Wait… what?”Ray nodded. “There’s no mistake. If this guy fights the way you’re saying…”Kyle cut in, waving the wine glass casually. “Fights like? No, no, Ray. He doesn’t ‘fight like.’ That dude fights like a martial arts beast. I mean, twenty-five trained men and he made it look like a bloody dance routine. It was a freakin’ ballet with bruises.”Ray’s jaw tightened. He stared at Jack’s image again, his voice low.“If that’s true… then there’s a chance Jack Adams survived. Just like Scott Benjamin.”He spun slightly, turning toward Kyle to speak further,but before a single word could leave his lips, his phone vibrated sharply in his

The atmosphere in the police station was charged with a violent current, the kind that lingered in the air even after fists had stopped flying. The bloodied henchman leaned back in the chair, a crooked smile splitting his bruised face, breathing in short rasps. Victor’s chest heaved as he stood restrained between Jack and Lord Leo, his hands still shaking with fury.Suddenly, a door creaked open from the side corridor. Footsteps clicked across the tiled floor, calm and heavy with authority. A man in a deep navy uniform stepped into view,broad-shouldered, bald, and adorned with four gleaming brass stars on his collar. His sharp eyes swept across the chaotic room, and when he spoke, his voice cut clean through the noise.“Che diavolo sta succedendo qui?!”(What the hell is going on here?!)The room fell instantly silent.His eyes narrowed,until they landed on Lord Leo.His entire posture shifted. With a sharp breath, he straightened and gave a curt bow.“Lord Leo…”Lord Leo’s lips curved

The night was beginning to wrap itself in shadows by the time Jack and Lord Leo pulled into the hospital parking lot. The city lights glinted off the sleek surface of Lord Leo’s black sedan as it came to a stop. Jack stepped out first, his boots hitting the asphalt with precision. He scanned the area, sharp eyes taking in every detail with quiet caution, but nothing seemed immediately out of place.Lord Leo adjusted his coat and gave Jack a sideways glance. “Let’s make this quick.” He muttered. “I don’t like hospitals.”Just then, Victor’s car rolled up behind them, engine humming low. He parked a few spots away, stepped out, and pulled the car door shut with a soft thud. His eyes swept the perimeter and that’s when he saw it.A black SUV sat quietly near the side gate of the hospital. It was too polished and still. Leaning casually against it was a man in a white coat, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cellphone to his ear. He wasn’t speaking much,just nodding, his eyes

Jack and Lord Leo exchanged tense glances as they stood just outside the elevator. Lord Leo pressed the phone back against his ear, pivoting to speak in hushed tones.“Where is he now, Commander?”Commander Marcello’s voice crackled through in calm urgency.“That man you tortured,the one who wouldn’t talk,he did eventually. Reluctantly. We knew if he didn’t know anything about Fero, he would know about Kelly Rick.” He paused for a moment and then continued. “Under pressure… he conceded.”The commanders added:“That Rick is currently operating out of a club owned by Ray Steven,but that club itself is a decoy. Beneath it is a massive underground drug facility, where they pack illegal cargo into trucks bound for export.”Jack nodded, absorbing every word.“What about the cops you dispatched?” He asked.“On their way there now.” Marcello replied. “But don’t engage. They will have to wait for my signal.”Before Lord Leo could say something further, his phone vibrated in his pocket.“I