The thick wooden door didn't just open, it was completely torn from its hinges with a deafening thud. Dust from the ceiling collapsed, obscuring the view for a moment.From behind the cloud of dust, a tall figure wearing a cracked white mask stepped inside. David Black didn't come alone, behind him, Ralph followed with steps that were incredibly calm yet lethal."Who dares to cause trouble in my place?" Old Ramon shouted. His eyes bulged, his hands still clenched and ready to strike Logan.Ricky, who had been silently watching all of Old Ramon's actions, finally stepped forward to protect his boss. The assistant bravely blocked David to prevent him from interfering with them."Don't bother me, little rat," David muttered angrily.Without changing his stance, David simply raised one leg. A lightning-fast straight kick slammed into Ricky's chest. A loud thud rang out as Ricky's body was sent flying far back, crashing into a wooden table until it shattered into pieces.Ricky collapsed, c

The dust from the explosion still hung in the air, making the view inside the old warehouse dim and eerie.David lunged forward with unreasonable speed. Every step he took created large cracks in the wooden floor. Logan turned his head, quickly trying to stabilize his position, but David's giant fist was already right in front of his face.Logan dodged by tilting his head to the side. David's fist slammed into the concrete pillar behind Logan, shattering it into pieces. Cement shards flew, some scratching Logan's cheek.Logan narrowed his eyes. Seeing that surge of power, it seemed David was using a forbidden pill to increase his strength beyond the limits he could achieve.David pulled his hand from the ruins of the pillar and laughed loudly. His voice sounded hoarse, like the friction of rusted metal. "Do you see this, Logan? This is the power I should have had long ago! Why are you just staying quiet? Where is your courage? Are you trembling with fear now?"David launched a series

That afternoon, the atmosphere at the hospital felt very gloomy and quiet. The clock hand kept ticking, breaking the silence inside the spacious ward.Amelia lay stiffly on the white bed. She blinked several times, staring blankly upward.Her face, which used to always look fresh and full of authority, now looked very pitiful. Her skin was pale like a corpse, and her body looked much thinner after three days of being unconscious.Amelia's assistant sat on a sofa chair located in the corner of the room. The light from a dim desk lamp illuminated her face, which looked very tired.Her eyes, red from lack of sleep, kept staring at the tablet screen, monitoring the movement of the company shares which continued to decline."Oh God, the value is down again," whispered the assistant in a frustrated tone. She squeezed her own hair, feeling helpless facing the destruction that was already in front of her eyes.She put her tablet on a small table, then shifted her gaze toward Amelia.She had b

"Logan." Amelia's voice sounded hoarse. She murmured like a desperate whisper. "Where are you Logan?"Inside the room smelling of medicine the air suddenly felt frozen.Amelia's assistant stood frozen beside the bed her eyes blinking several times as if she had just heard a very bad joke.She leaned in closer making sure that her hearing was not playing tricks on her amidst this extraordinary fatigue."Madam? Did did you just mention Logan's name?" the assistant asked with a restrained voice.Amelia took a breath with great difficulty. Her chest rose and fell with weak movements. She nodded slowly a small movement that looked very taxing for her thin neck.Her weary eyes looked sharply at her assistant demanding a definite answer."Where is he? Tell me where Logan is?" Amelia murmured. Her voice was still hoarse but her tone did not show the slightest doubt.The assistant took a long breath then exhaled roughly. She felt her head suddenly go dizzy."Madam please listen to me. You just

That night, the Mendoza Villa looked like a silent, grand fortress that held an extraordinary tension within.The crystal chandeliers in the main living room emitted a golden light, yet the atmosphere there felt cold. The night wind blowing outside occasionally swayed the thick velvet curtains, creating long shadows across the marble floor.Magnus Mendoza sat in his grand chair. His wrinkled hand occasionally tapped the arm of the teak wood chair with an irregular rhythm. Beside him, Shane and Sophie sat with faces filled with anxiety. For days, they had not heard any definite news regarding the whereabouts of their children."Stay calm, Sophie. They will surely return," Shane tried to comfort his wife, though his own voice sounded uncertain.Sophie could only shake her head. Her eyes were puffy. "How can I be calm, Shane? Carlos has never gone this long without giving word. If something happened to him because of that man named Logan, I will never forgive myself."Her crying broke ou