The twenty women, once symbols of authority and strength, were reduced to huddled figures. They tried to cover themselves, their eyes wide with a horror they had never imagined. They were no longer officers of the law; in this house, they were prey."Tie them up!" the wife ordered, her voice cold and devoid of any mercy. "Throw them into the Dark Room. I want them buried where the sun never reaches."She leaned down, looking at the weeping Chief Officer. "I will teach you all a lesson you should have learned at birth: never bite more than you can chew. You came here seeking justice? Instead, you will become objects of pleasure. My husband’s men, his guests, and even the dogs of this estate will have their way with you whenever they please. You are now our property."The officers began to beg, their voices trembling as they pleaded for mercy, for their lives, for their dignity."Please! Forgive us!" one cried out, but her plea was met with a heavy boot to the ribs.The Mafia Lord’s wif

The room went deathly silent. One by one, the women began to raise their fingers."Him," the Chief Officer whispered, pointing at a guard with a scarred lip."The one by the stairs," another sobbed."The man in the red suit."As the fingers went up, the guards began to back away, their faces turning pale. They realized that the man who had just killed two hundred people was now looking for them.The silence in the hall was heavy, broken only by the ragged breathing of the broken women. Lance stood like an unmoving mountain of stone. He looked at the men who had been pointed out."Step forward," Lance commanded, his voice echoing like thunder. "Every single one of you. Take the ropes from the floor. Tie each other’s hands. You will kneel before these women, and they will flog you until they are satisfied. This is the only mercy you will receive today."The guards looked at each other in terror. They had seen what Lance did to two hundred men; they knew their lives hung by a thread. But

Lance walked to a heavy iron chest near the back of the hall. He kicked the lid open, revealing a collection of thick, leather-braided whips and heavy bamboo canes.These were the very tools the Mafia Lord used to punish his slaves and keep the city in fear.Lance grabbed a handful of them and walked back to the twenty female officers. He handed the whips to the Chief Officer and her sisters."The law failed you today," Lance said, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "But justice will not. Do what you must."The women took the whips, their hands tightening around the grips. For a moment, there was a heavy silence.Then, the Chief Officer stepped forward. With a scream of pure, unadulterated rage, she brought the first whip down.WHACK!The sound cracked like a gunshot against the back of the guard who had first touched her. He shrieked, his body jolting as a red welt bloomed across his skin.That was the signal. The other nineteen women descended upon the bound men.WHACK! SNAP! CRA

Any man who had even thought about claiming the bounty was being reduced to dust.Finally, the jeep reached the outskirts of the city, pulling up to a hidden military base camouflaged by the dense forest. A massive iron gate slid open, revealing rows of black-clad soldiers standing at attention.The soldiers looked at the battered jeep and then at the man who stepped out. They were confused. They had been told to extract the most important person in the world, but all they saw was a man in tattered clothes with a woman and a child.However, they didn't ask a single question.They knew that if Selene had given the order, this man was to be treated as important.Lance stepped out of the vehicle, his boots hitting the gravel with a heavy thud. He looked back at the glowing red horizon of Novida."You're safe now," Lance said to Sarah, his hand resting on the boy’s shoulder.The heavy iron gates of the base had barely begun to close when the temperature in the air suddenly dropped. A thic

The fire wasn't sickly anymore; it was pure, roaring, and majestic. The sword had recognized a true master. Lance felt the speed of a god flowing through his veins, his senses sharpening until he could hear the heartbeat of every man in the area.The color drained from Azazel’s face. He realized the truth too late. Only someone more than human could wield the relic’s full potential. Lance could kill him before he could even draw his next breath.The legendary fighter collapsed. He lay flat on the floor, his forehead hitting the gravel violently. "Mercy!" he shrieked, his voice breaking. "Please! Lord! General! I didn't know! Have mercy on me!"He struck his face against the stones again and again, begging for a life he had never valued in others.Lance looked down at the pathetic figure, the glowing green sword humming in his hand, hungry for a soul."You already made your decision," Lance said, his voice cold and final.In one swift, cinematic motion, Lance plunged the glowing blade