A subtle pressure flared from Alistair's frame, causing the heavy oak coffee table in the center of the lounge to groan under an invisible weight."...I will tear down his stage before he even realizes the show has ended.”“I'll do what needs to be done.” Adam said without hesitation. Just then, an executive with the Elite World Group knocked on the door. “Mister Smith, I am here with your merchandise.”Adam cringed as he replied. “Bring them in.”The door swung open and in walked the women Adam had purchased.The women the Elite World Group had trafficked. Most were consumed by fear, unsure of what fate had in store for them.But one did not share the same thought.Instead, her expression was fierce, like that of a woman that had not given up. She locked eyes with Alistair but said nothing, merely studying him in silence.“Mister Smith, will you be paying with cash or card?”Adam took out a card and tossed it at the executive. “All the money is in there.”“Please give me a moment

“Good to know.” Alistair nodded before proceeding to take a step forward with James immediately slashing Sonia's neck, causing blood to pour out like a fountain.Alistair went wide-eyed as James grinned before charging forward like a maniac.“I warned you! Now you get no chances and also get to die in the most gruesome way possible! Die, Mr. Sterling!” James swung the knife and prepared to pull the trigger as well, only for Alistair to dodge both attacks with incredible finesse before landing a solid blow to his side, causing James to gasp for air; his eyes widened as he dropped his weapons instinctively before clutching where his left lung should be.Before he could utter another word, Alistair struck him across the face, knocking him unconscious with a single blow.With that sorted, Alistair rushed to aid Sonia, finding her on the cusp of death as blood flowed freely from her neck.She struggled to speak, a result of having her larynx damaged by James' brutal attack, but it was cle

Mordred cackled, his blood-splattered face contorting into a sickening, twisted grin. “Oh, my dear beauty, do not say that. If you don't mind, wouldn't you love to become a part of my art? I plan to murder twelve souls tonight, and I'm already halfway to my goal. Your fair, delicate skin would look exquisite bathed in deep crimson.”Leah instinctively recoiled, her stomach churning as the killer casually licked the fresh blood off the edge of his combat blade.She had heard whisperings of such horrors within the underbelly of the city, but never truly believed them until now.Because of its ruthless, contract-driven nature, the Hitman Association occasionally harbored pure monsters—psychopaths who cared nothing for money or bounties, living only for the sadistic rush of taking a human life.The association’s leadership turned a blind eye, secretly skimming the unpaid rewards off contracts completed by these lunatics.Mordred was one such parasite.He cared nothing for the target, opti

While Cristian was regretting his actions, the five owners of the EWG began to look for ways to survive the night.“Look, how about we discuss?... We are willing to part with anything to ensure you take a step back. There's no need to take things too far.” Lumian, one of the five owners, remarked, hoping that the temptation of money and properties would be able to give Alistair reasons to forgive them.Unfortunately, he underestimated Alistair's hatred for them.“You must think I am a fool.” Alistair coldly said. “Do you think that a few hundred million would move me?”“Not millions, billions!” Lumian immediately said, hoping that it would make a difference. Alistair shook his head before inquiring about Cristian and the other four owners. “Does he speak for all of you?”“Of course!” The other four replied enthusiastically, finally seeing a way out of the mess they'd dug for themselves.“Alright then. Let's do it this way; the last man standing will be allowed to leave this room.”“W

"We have what we came for," Alistair said, turning toward the floor-to-ceiling glass panel that overlooked the rain-slicked skyline of Haven.Down below, the faint, distant blare of law enforcement sirens began to echo through the concrete canyons of the city.Leah looked down at the five unconscious EWG figureheads lying among the shattered glass and bullet-ridden furniture. "What about them?""They will wake up to face the law, or the wrath of their handlers when they realize the ledger is gone," Alistair replied with cold indifference, stepping toward the ruined doorway. "Either way, their reign in Haven ends tonight."He glanced back at Leah, his expression hardening into that of an unyielding judge."Come, Leah. Let us go meet Mister Johnson and see how much his money is worth when facing the truth.”Leah followed Alistair through the shattered remains of the lounge and into the sprawling, dimly lit corridors of the Grand Imperial Spire. The distant wail of sirens grew sharper,