Inside the headquarters, an operator sitting in front of the monitoring screen wore an expression of disbelief.The name that appeared on the screen after the fingerprint identification was one of the most influential names on the Arcturus Continent."LEIN ASHFORD. ACCESS CODE: OMEGA-1."Omega-1. A code held by only one person across the entire Arcturus Continent.His hand immediately pressed the internal communications button."Hey, hey, hey!" His voice came out louder than he had planned. "You guys are not going to believe who just came through our gate!"Down the corridor on the second floor, two agents who had been walking stopped at the same time."Who?""Lein Ashford!"Two seconds of silence."Which one?""Which one?!" The operator nearly stood up from his chair. "The Destroyer Devil! The only agent to rack up thousands of commendations in five years! Which other Lein Ashford would I be talking about?!"The second floor corridor changed immediately.Fast footsteps came from ever

The man on the left moved first.His fist came straight at Lein's face, an attack with no technique in it, just mass and speed and the hope that it would be enough.It wasn't.Lein stepped to the side with one small step, and at the same moment his right fist came back the other way, catching the man's nose in a motion that looked almost lazy.Not a punch Lein put anything close to full force behind, not even one percent of what he had. But the effect didn't look like that.The man flew backward, his back hitting a bus seat, then his body slid to the floor. His nose was already crooked before he touched the ground, blood running immediately, and the expression on his face was the expression of someone who had just driven their face into a concrete wall.It was enough to keep him down.The man on the right didn't even get to choose whether to attack or back away.Lein was already in front of him.One punch to the solar plexus, short and precise, and the man folded forward like crumpled

It didn't take long before plates started arriving one after another, carried out by two servers at once. The table that had been empty slowly filled up, and the aromas that filled the air around them were anything but ordinary.Rice with a rich red sauce and a boiled egg on the side. Tom yam soup with large red prawns, steaming hot, the sharp smell of lemongrass and kaffir lime leaves cutting through in a way that was entirely inviting. Grilled chicken with yellow spices caramelized at the edges, the meat still letting off a little smoke. A salad with thick peanut sauce poured directly at the table. And in the middle of it all, a glass of teh tarik with foam still sitting on the surface.The server set down the last plate carefully, then gave a slight bow."Please enjoy your meal, sir."Eiran didn't move. He sat with his hands in his lap, looking at all the dishes in front of him with eyes that didn't know where to stop. Aromas coming from every direction at once, warm and real aroma

They came like a wave.The front row, twenty men, closing the distance in a matter of seconds. Those on the left were carrying iron rods. Those on the right had fists already ready. Those in the middle moved in a practiced formation, trying to cut off every angle at once.Lein didn't step back.He stepped forward.One step ahead, and the man in the front running at full speed suddenly found that his target wasn't where it was supposed to be. Lein stepped to the man's left side in a motion that was barely visible, and his right elbow moved, driving into the man's jawbone from below.CRACK.The body lifted slightly off the ground before falling sideways, knocking into two people behind him.Three men down from one motion.Lein was already gone.He appeared two meters to the right, between two men who hadn't yet processed what they had just seen. His hand grabbed the collar of the man on his left, spun his body, and threw him into the man on his right. Both collided with an unpleasant so

Lein didn't change his position. He stood with his hands at his sides, watching the final wave come with Kazran at the front of the line.Then everything moved at once.Lein stepped right, letting the three men in front pass him before his hands moved, one punch to the ribs of the first man, one palm strike to the chin of the second, one foot that caught the third man's step and sent his body into the asphalt face first.Two seconds. Three men.From the left, two men tried to press in from both sides. Lein dropped low, letting their arms pass over his head, then rose between them and shoved their shoulders in opposite directions. Both lost their balance to either side.Kazran pushed through the crowd from the front.Unlike his men, he moved differently, more trained, keeping his distance and not attacking recklessly. His left fist opened, throwing a quick jab at Lein's face, followed by a right straight to the body, then left again to the side of the head in a combination he had drill