The mechanical voice continued.[Mission Details: Locate Kobe and expose his true identity to the world.][Mission Objective: Destroy his drug empire and him over to law enforcement so that he faces the full extent of the law.]A glowing blue screen appeared before Darren's eyes.[Mission Reward: $50,000,000,000.]Darren stopped walking.His eyes widened."...Fifty billion dollars?" He stared at the number for several seconds before looking away. "You've got to be kidding me."The system remained silent.Darren rubbed his eyes and looked at the glowing screen again."No... It's really fifty billion."He let out a slow breath."Why is the reward so high? When you asked me to deal with Lawrence, the reward wasn't this much. And both missions seems similar."He folded his arms suspiciously, “Why is the reward for this mission so high?”The mechanical voice answered calmly.[Correction.][The two missions are fundamentally different.]Darren waited for it to continue.[During the Lawrence

Joshua gently tapped the shoulder of one of the men standing nearby."Excuse me. What happened?"The man slowly turned around. His face became gloomy as he let out a long sigh before answering."She just lost her son."He looked at the woman with pity before adding, "He was her only child."Joshua's expression changed. He looked at the boy lying motionless in the woman's arms. The boy looked no older than fourteen, still just a teenager.Joshua frowned."He's so young. What could have caused his death?"The man shook his head sadly."Drugs."Joshua blinked."Hard Drugs?"The man nodded."That boy started keeping bad company a few months ago. He began hanging around with drug addicts, and before long, he became addicted himself." He sighed heavily. "Tonight... he overdosed."Silence fell between them. The only sound that could be heard was the mother's heartbreaking cries."My son... Please wake up... I can't lose you too..."Several women standing nearby quietly wiped tears from thei

With both hands tucked calmly inside the pockets of his pajamas, Darren walked toward the alley.His head remained slightly lowered as he moved through the quiet streets.The city had almost fallen asleep. Only a few vehicles occasionally passed by, while the distant glow of streetlights stretched across the empty road.The cool night breeze brushed gently against his face. His footsteps echoed softly in the silence.As he continued walking, something caught his attention. The faint sound of a motorcycle engine.Darren didn't turn around. He simply listened.The sound remained behind him. Not too close. Not too far.Almost as though whoever was riding it was intentionally matching his pace. Darren had already noticed it. Still... he didn't react.His expression remained calm as he continued walking with his hands inside his pockets.The motorcycle continued following him. Neither side made a move.After several minutes, Darren left the main road and entered a much narrower path leadin

One of the younger dealers looked at Darren more carefully. He narrowed his eyes as he studied Darren's face under the dim streetlight, and a few seconds later his eyes widened."He's right." He pointed at Darren. "That really is Derek Hilton's grandson."The others immediately turned toward him."How do you know?"The young man replied confidently, "I watched Paul Langton's show myself when Mr. Hilton introduced his heir to the whole country. I'll never mistake that face."Another dealer stepped forward and looked Darren over from head to toe. After observing him for a moment, he slowly nodded."Now that you mention it, it really is him—the Hilton heir."The leader, who had earlier threatened Darren with a knife, frowned as he carefully observed him before folding his arms."So, if you're really the Hilton heir, what the hell are you doing here?"Before Darren could answer, one of the dealers suddenly burst into laughter."I think the guy has lost his mind."The others looked at him

Because he had gone to bed so late and had pushed himself to the limit over the past hours—from dealing with Kevin and Joseph at Alicia's house to raiding the drug dealers in Devil's Alley—Darren slept far longer than usual.When he finally opened his eyes, sunlight was already pouring into the room.He reached for his phone on the bedside table and glanced at the screen.9:03 a.m.He rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a yawn. "I haven't slept this much in a long time."He stretched his stiff body before climbing out of bed.His throat felt dry.He walked over to the small table beside the floor-to-ceiling window, where a glass jug filled with water had been left. Picking up the jug, he poured himself a full glass and drank it greedily."Much better."He poured another glass and finished it as well before placing the empty glass back on the table.Standing beside the large window, Darren quietly looked down at the city below. The streets were already alive. Cars moved steadily through