The prison was cold - yet all of them were sweating. Their adrenaline surged rapidly. Their hearts were racing... far faster than usual.Beneath the darkness and a faint slit of moonlight, Samantha stood among a crowd of figures much taller than her.Preparing to leave the cell where they had gathered earlier.Jordan checked the pocket of his dirty clothes - feeling the hard lump of bread he had deliberately brought earlier. "Wait a moment," he whispered softly. "We don’t know what will happen up ahead. How long... how far... Just in case, let’s bring food. I have some bread, but this is clearly not enough if we share it among all of us."Samantha nodded in agreement. "You’re right, Jordan. Let’s quickly search this place for food. Take anything we can eat - and water too. But don’t take too long.""I’ll come with you," Ray replied. He immediately moved quietly, without making any sound.While waiting for Jordan, Samantha looked at everyone around her. They all seemed determined to ge

Chen froze in place.He tried to focus on his sense of hearing - trying to catch any sound coming from outside.But he could not hear any sound. Only the morning wind occasionally rustled.The rest... he heard nothing at all.It remained silent until a few breaths later... the sound of a snapping branch echoed from afar.In less than two seconds, the sound of heavy footsteps followed. The number was not just one or two... quite a lot.It had to be a group of people.Logan held his breath, ignoring the pain throughout his body.His hand unconsciously clenched on his knee - ready to act if the approaching group were Old Ramon’s men.He narrowed his eyes - staring at the long shadows that began to appear at the mouth of the cave.Several figures slowly emerged from behind the trees, walking toward the cave entrance where they had hidden earlier.The dim morning sunlight illuminated their clothes, giving a slight clue as to who they were.At moments like this, Chen could not help but gent

The sound of iron doors colliding echoed throughout the damp room.Francis collapsed with his body bent forward on the floor that was only covered with straw - cold and half wet.His arms throbbed - as did the other parts of his body.The pain was unbearable...Especially the mark of Old Ramon’s kick on his back. His bones felt as if they had shattered in an instant.Francis closed his eyes - between enduring the pain and trying to pull his sanity back so he could think clearly.What should he do now?What could he do here?Could he only sit here like a loser?But Old Ramon was truly a terrifying old monster. He did not have enough courage to provoke him further.What should he do?Meanwhile, in the front yard, Old Ramon clenched both of his hands tightly.His emotions were still exploding.His mind was chaotic...He kept trying to think rationally.Samantha’s escape and the other hostages had never been within his predictions.And it was enough to stain his pride.Their escape would

David stood calmly. His body, filled with black lines, trembled slightly.A strange stench that felt extremely piercing continued to spread through the air, stabbing the noses of anyone there.His soul had completely merged with the black power, yet he still maintained his consciousness.Perhaps it was a miracle. Because his lingering vengeance and hatred continued to force his consciousness to stay."Ralph." David hissed sharply. His face looked increasingly terrifying.Ralph swallowed. He saw the black lines on his master’s neck pulsing. "My lord, you... Are you all right?"David waved his hand, which was still slightly trembling. But his expression soon turned menacing. "Logan, did he get help?""Yes, yes, that is what Ricky said," Ralph answered quickly. The hair on the back of his neck bristled unconsciously. As if danger were ready to tear his body apart at any moment."That damned brat must think I’m already finished. He might act all powerful with the help he got and defeat th

A loud sound suddenly rang out - enough to make everyone inside the room turn their heads at the same time.The door to the room flew wide open - having just been slammed open miserably.Damien Blackwood stepped inside...His face was flushed.Anyone could tell that the figure was in an unusual emotional fluctuation."I want that bastard dead! Right now!" Damien shouted.As if all the self-control and charisma he had possessed all this time vanished just like that.Magnus glanced over expressionlessly. He quietly let out a breath.Truly had no manners."Calm yourself, Mr. Damien. Wouldn't you like to sit down and drink wine with us?" The old man put on a cold, distant smile.However, his eyes grew sharper."Calm? How can I be calm?" Damien stepped further in, slamming his fist onto the wooden table in front of him. "I want Logan finished. Don't let him breathe even one second longer!"Grant chuckled softly. He leaned back in his chair casually. "You came at the right time. We were jus