At the Morgan Family Residence, on the third floor.Four figures stood behind a darkened window, looking down at the front yard.Cedric, Vivienne, Silas, and Marsha. They had been waiting for a while now, smiles they made no effort to hide from each other.In their minds, the picture had already assembled itself neatly. Celine would step out of the car with a pale face, short breaths, and news trembling on her lips, that Lein was dead, that the people from The Fang had finished him off in some corner of the city that could never be traced.All they would have to do was pretend to be shocked, pretend to grieve. And three days later, it would all be over.Simple.Clean.Then the gate floodlights came on, and a black sedan rolled slowly into the yard.They all leaned forward slightly.The passenger door opened first.Celine stepped out in her burgundy dress, still perfectly in place, hair still pinned up, and on her face... a smile. A small laugh that hadn't quite settled yet, like someo

It didn't take long for the call to connect."Well?" Adrian's voice came through immediately, packed with tension he made no effort to hide. "What actually happened?""You lied to me, Adrian."Jhon's tone didn't explode. It was calm, and that was exactly what made it more dangerous."You said the man named Lein was just an ordinary person. But the truth is he's incredibly strong, capable of taking down five of my best members with frightening ease."Silence.On the other end of the line, Adrian stood frozen in the middle of his office.Lein defeated them? Five of The Fang's best members taken out that easily?Did that mean he wasn't just capable of healing, but capable of fighting too?But how?! Where did all of that ability come from?! How could one person have two sets of skills at the same time?!Adrian shook his head and pushed the questions aside."That's probably because your people are just too weak, Jhon!" His voice hardened. "I already paid you two million dollars! You need t

Ironwood Carve. The Silverlake Trade District.The building was large. A facade of steel and dark glass, an iron-lettered sign above the main entrance. Inside, it normally held rows of refrigerated displays stretching twenty meters long, cutting benches, and the distinct smell of fresh meat.But this morning, there were no customers. No aproned staff. No hum of refrigeration units. Just a silence that was wrong for a shop at peak hours.And inside that silence, more than two hundred men were waiting.Jhon Crane stood in the middle of the main floor with his hands behind his back, watching the entrance from a distance. Around him, more than a hundred members of The Fang were spread across every corner, behind shelving units, along the corridors, on the upper level looking down.Standing beside him was a man in a leather jacket with a silver chain around his neck. Hair cropped short, his right eye crossed by a horizontal scar that ran from his temple to his cheekbone.Dante Wolfe. Leade

That silence lasted two seconds.Then Lein's voice broke it."Nobody else wants to attack?"His eyes swept calmly across the room, moving from one face to the next."Then it's my turn."Nobody had time to react.Lein vanished from where he stood.Not moving fast, not running. He genuinely disappeared, like an image erased from one point and reappearing at another, and before anyone's eyes could follow him, he was already standing directly in front of a man in the second row.One straight punch to the chest.SLAM.The man shot backward like a ball kicked with full force, his body hitting the four people behind him, and all four of them went down at once like dominoes touched at the end of the line.Five people.One punch.And Lein didn't stop.He moved left, his elbow rising to connect with the temple of the man coming from that direction. The man spun twice before dropping with his face hitting the floor first. Lein carried the same motion to the right, the back of his hand meeting th

"W-what are you doing?!" Adrian's voice came out with great difficulty, his hands clawing at the grip around his throat. "You d-dare lay a hand on me?! Do you have any idea what the Castellan Family will do to you?!"Jhon looked at him without blinking."Who cares about the Castellan Family?"Flat tone. Not a single tremor in it."You think we're afraid?"His grip tightened for one second, then he threw Adrian's body to the floor.SLAM.Adrian hit the marble with his back and shoulder. He lay there for two seconds, trying to process what had just happened.Jhon stepped into the room, his men following behind him, then the door was closed."Because of you, I've taken enormous losses," said Jhon, his expression full of contempt. "The ten million dollars you paid? That means nothing to me now. The damage I've suffered already goes far beyond that number."He stood over Adrian, looking down at him."Right now, to save The Fang, I have no choice."His eyes didn't blink."I have to break on