Francis stood calmly. Before him, three men looked at him with questioning gazes. Kendrick, Darwin, and Mayor Richard. The three stood with tense postures, waiting for Francis to explain his plan. "So," Richard finally spoke up. "What is our plan?" Francis looked at them in turn. "We will divide the team into three groups. These groups will split up to save Miss Samantha and the others. I received the latest information regarding suspicious places where the opponents might be holding the hostages." Richard nodded in understanding. "Is Logan also in the same location?" "Yes, but master was not kidnapped. Let us think about master later." Darwin frowned. "Wait. You do not plan to save chairman Logan?" Francis was silent for a moment. "Right," Kendrick added. "Why are we not planning a rescue for master Logan? He is also in danger, isn't he?" Mayor Richard stepped forward. "My daughter is there, and so is Jordan. But Logan is just as important. We must save him too." F

Doctor Parker looked at Damien with a pale face. Sweat poured down his temples. Damien's grip on his shirt collar tightened."Alright, alright," Doctor Parker finally surrendered. "I will tell you. But let me go first."Damien released his grip roughly, making Doctor Parker stumble backward.Doctor Parker straightened his wrinkled shirt, taking a deep breath."The healer who came yesterday," Doctor Parker spoke quietly. "His name is Master Logan."Damien froze.His entire body stiffened instantly. His eyes widened, his face turned pale."Logan?" Damien whispered. "Logan?"Doctor Parker nodded slowly. "Yes. Master Logan. He is the only person who has the ability to heal your wife."Damien stepped back. His hands trembled. His mind was chaotic."Impossible," Damien shook his head, his hands clenched tight. "You must be wrong. Logan is not a healer. He is not a doctor. He is just an ordinary man who has nothing. He is just a pathetic loser!""I am not wrong," Doctor Parker narrowed his e

Grant laughed on the other end of the phone, a short, dismissive sound that made Damien’s grip tighten.“You’re not listening to me,” Damien said, pacing his room. His voice was low but strained, the kind that came when anger was being forced down. “Logan is the god master. I’m not guessing. I know.”Grant sighed loudly, as if Damien were wasting his time. “Damien, please. You’ve been saying weird things lately. God master? Healer? That’s not real life.”“It is real,” Damien snapped. “You’ve seen what he can do. The wounds that close. The people who shouldn’t be alive but are. You think that’s coincidence?”Grant was quiet for a second, then said flatly, “I don’t care.”Those words hit Damien harder than an insult would have.“You don’t… care?” Damien repeated slowly.“No,” Grant said. “I don’t. Even if what you’re saying is true—which it isn’t—I don’t care. Logan is Logan. End of story.”Damien stopped pacing. His chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on it. “Grant, this

The night was very late. Darkness enveloped an abandoned old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Only the sound of the wind blowing softly and the occasional scurrying of rats in the corners of the damp walls could be heard.Inside a stuffy room, William Ashford slowly opened his eyes. His head felt heavy, as if it had been struck repeatedly with a blunt object. His vision was still blurry and spinning.He tried to move his hands, but he could not.Both of his hands were tied tightly behind his back with coarse rope that scraped his skin until it stung. His legs were the same, tied firmly to the legs of a decayed wooden chair.William blinked several times, trying to clear his vision. Gradually, he began to recognize his surroundings.A dark room. Cracked concrete walls. A dirty floor full of dust and trash. A musty smell that stung his nose.Then his memories came like a flood.Kidnapping."Hello!" William shouted as loud as he could. His voice was hoarse and his throat was dry.

The hope that had briefly flickered in the room slowly began to fade.Casper had managed to touch the cold and rough iron pipe behind his back. With his remaining strength, he tried to rub the rope binding his wrists against the sharp edge of the pipe.The sound of the coarse rope rubbing echoed repeatedly amidst the tense silence of the room.However, after a few moments of trying, Casper stopped, panting for breath.He looked around the room with a look of despair.The room was completely sealed. There were no windows at all. The walls were made of thick concrete that looked very solid, without even the slightest gap they could use to peek outside or try to escape.The entrance was a heavy iron door that was locked very tightly from the outside. There was no gap under the door large enough to slide a hand or any tool through.A bitter reality began to hit the four of them. Even if they managed to release the ropes tying their hands and feet, they were still trapped inside this concr