Amelia stood gracefully outside the Lockwood Manor as the soft glow of the manor lights shone brightly as the winter night air carried a bitter chill.Tonight, she looked stunning.She wore a long black evening dress that hugged her slender figure perfectly, accentuating her elegant curves without appearing overly revealing.A luxurious white fur shawl was draped over her shoulders to add both warmth and refinement, and a diamond necklace rested against her neck, while a pair of matching diamond earrings completed the look.Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face beautiful enough to make countless men lose their composure.Greg had informed her he would be arriving in the next ten minutes, but she was already waiting for him outside.She was really looking forward to spending the night at the Moon Gallery.Just then, the loud roar of an engine echoed through the street, and a sleek silver Ferrari SF90 Spider rolled smoothly toward the manor g

Meanwhile, the powerful engine of the black Cadillac Escalade purred steadily as it sped along the almost empty highway, its bright LED headlights cutting through the darkness like twin blades.It had been nearly five hours since Bruce had driven away from the Lockwood Manor. The dazzling horizon of Cloud City had long disappeared behind them.Towering skyscrapers, glittering shopping districts, and luxurious residential estates gradually gave way to a harsher and more unforgiving landscape.The roads became narrower, the streetlights fewer, and the once-pristine buildings slowly lost their shine, their paint peeling and windows boarded up with weathered wooden planks.Sebastian remained seated comfortably in the rear of the luxurious SUV, his gaze fixed on the scenery beyond the tinted window.He had barely spoken throughout the journey, but Bruce understood his lord well enough not to disturb his thoughts.The only sounds inside the SUV were the muted hum of the engine and the occasi

Bruce turned his head slightly toward Sebastian, his deep voice perfectly calm and respectful.“My lord?”Sebastian’s gaze remained fixed on the darkness beyond the barricade.His voice was low, almost indifferent, yet it carried the weight of absolute command.“I said to keep them alive.”The order hung in the freezing air like a death sentence.Captain Jared Hale’s face twisted with rage.“You arrogant—”He then pointed at them and yelled furiously.“Detain them! Now!”Ten SWAT officers moved with trained precision, their boots crunching against the snow-dusted asphalt as they advanced in a coordinated formation – four from the front, three flanking left, and three circling right.They raised their rifles, their tactical vests creaking, and the metallic click of safeties being flicked echoed sharply in the tense silence.The freezing wind whipped at their dark uniforms, carrying the sharp scent of gunpowder and fresh blood from the earlier massacre.Bruce stepped forward, his moveme

The steel bat stopped less than an inch from Aria Bell’s leg, suspended in the air like a threat frozen in time.The entire basement fell into a sudden, suffocating silence.Every head turned toward the heavy metal door that had been burst open, the armed gangsters instinctively tightening their grips on their weapons.The heavy metal door still swayed on its hinges, letting out a long, groaning creak that echoed throughout the underground compound.Two men stood calmly at the entrance, their countenance calm yet threatening.One was tall and imposing, his broad shoulders filling the doorway like an immovable wall.The other stood with his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his winter coat, his expression indifferent, as though as the fifty armed gangsters before him were nothing more than ants.They looked completely out of place, yet somehow they carried themselves as though nothing in this world could faze them.Randy slowly lowered the baseball bat, his eyes narrowing as the

The basement reeked of blood, sweat, gunpowder, and the faint chemical sweetness of spilled Bliss.The flickering industrial bulbs overhead cast long, harsh shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the bloody carnage in grotesque detail.Bodies lay scattered everywhere—some with broken necks, others with crushed skulls or torn limbs.The metallic smell of blood was overwhelming, mixed with the acrid stench of fear and death.Randy Crowe sat tied to a metal chair in the center of the room, his blue-dyed hair matted with sweat and blood.He spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor and forced out a laugh.“You have no idea what you've done," he rasped, his swollen lips curling into a crooked grin.His grey eyes, though filled with pain, still carried a trace of arrogance.“Do you really think killing my men changes anything?”“The people behind Bliss?” He laughed weakly.“You'll never reach them.”Sebastian looked at Randy with a cold and emotionless gaze, his dark eyes de