All Chapters of RETURN OF THE LEGENDARY NORTHERN DRAGON: Chapter 11
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YOU CAN'T ABANDON ME!
Vanessa Reed paced the mansion like a rabid animal hunting for something to destroy.Her phone glowed in her white-knuckled grip, social media feeds refreshing every few seconds. Post after post flooded out—accusations, evidence, desperate pleas for people to see the truth. Grayson Wells was a fraud. A manipulator. A criminal who'd orchestrated Logan's downfall.Nobody believed her."LIARS!" She hurled a vase against the wall. Crystal exploded, shards glittering like fallen stars across marble floors. "They're all LIARS!"Patricia sat on the couch like a corpse—eyes vacant, makeup smeared into grotesque trails, hands folded uselessly in her lap. She'd stopped speaking hours ago. Stopped crying. Just sat there, breathing, existing.Gerald had graduated from glass to bottle. The whiskey sloshed as he tilted it back, throat working, face flushed red with alcohol and shame."Nobody believes me!" Vanessa screamed at them, at the walls, at the universe itself. "Look at these comments! 'Karma
SHARPENING HIS CLAWS
Dawn broke over the city like a wound bleeding light across steel and glass.Grayson stood at the penthouse windows, watching the sun climb, encrypted phone glowing in his hand like a weapon. He hadn't slept. Didn't need to. Sleep was for people who didn't have wars to plan.The door opened. James entered with the quiet efficiency of someone who'd served in shadows before."Sir, the surveillance on Vanessa Reed shows she contacted the Black Dragon Triad last night."Grayson's expression didn't flicker. Didn't change. He'd been expecting this move since the moment Logan hit those marble floors."Predictable," he said. "What did she offer them?""Information on your assets, movements, vulnerabilities. She's hiring them to eliminate you."Behind them, Ava emerged from the guest room, hair still damp from the shower, wearing borrowed clothes that hung loose on her frame. She froze when she heard James's words."They're going to kill you?"Grayson turned from the window, and something in h
TWENTY KILLERS
The warehouse in Westside district reeked of oil, rust, and decades of violence.Dragon Master Kaine slammed his phone onto the steel desk with enough force to crack the screen. Then he laughed—a sound like grinding bones, dark and utterly devoid of sanity."He threatens ME?" Kaine's voice echoed through the warehouse that served as Black Dragon Triad headquarters. "A delivery boy threatens ME?"His three lieutenants stood at attention, but their eyes betrayed uncertainty. Razor—arm still in a cast from the cemetery encounter—shifted his weight nervously. Snake and Viper exchanged glances that spoke volumes about their doubts."Boss," Razor ventured carefully, "maybe we should be cautious. This guy paid three hundred million for a hotel wedding—"Kaine's hand moved faster than thought. The backhand sent Razor stumbling into a support beam, blood exploding from his split lip."SHUT UP!" Kaine roared. "Money means NOTHING! I've killed billionaires! I've made CEOs beg for mercy! Some luc
GOD OF WAR GOES TO WAR
The underground garage of Apex Tower smelled like oil and concrete at 2 AM.Twenty shadows moved through the darkness with practiced silence. Twenty killers who'd done this a hundred times before. Twenty men who thought tonight would be just another job.They were wrong.Razor led the formation, his broken arm still in a cast from the cemetery. Every step sent phantom pain shooting through the bone, but the promise of revenge kept him moving. Tonight, the delivery boy who'd humiliated him would pay in blood.Kaine's voice crackled through their earpieces, sharp and clear."Remember—the girl alive. The man dead. Make it painful."Razor touched his earpiece in acknowledgment. Around him, nineteen other men did the same. Their weapons gleamed dully in the security lights—guns, knives, instruments designed for one purpose only.They reached the private elevator. Sleek. Expensive. Supposedly impenetrable.Viper stepped forward, pulling out a tablet connected to a device that looked like it
ONE MAN ARMY
The warehouse in Westside district had never seen this many armed men in one place.Over two hundred criminals filled every corner, every shadow, every defensive position Kaine had spent fifteen years building. Snipers crouched on rooftops with rifles that could take down helicopters. Heavy machine guns mounted at entrances pointed outward like the fangs of a steel beast. Trip wires. Explosives. Kill zones overlapping kill zones.Kaine stood at the center of his empire, surrounded by his most loyal killers, and screamed orders that echoed off concrete walls."One man thinks he can attack US?" His voice was raw fury mixed with something that might have been fear if he'd admit it. "We'll paint the streets with his blood! We'll hang his corpse from the highway as a warning!"His men roared approval, weapons raised, bloodlust ignited. Two hundred predators waiting for one victim to walk into their trap.Snake stood near the back, checking his weapon for the third time. His hands wouldn't
ACT OF WAR !!!
Kaine's gun trembled so violently it might have fired on its own.Grayson stood between him and the door, blocking the only exit, expression carved from ice. Outside the office windows, the warehouse floor was a graveyard of bodies and broken dreams. Two hundred men reduced to unconscious testimony of what happened when street criminals faced real war."You want to know about the Morgan family?" Kaine's laugh came out shattered, jagged. "They were nothing! Insects we stepped on without thinking twice!"Grayson took one step forward.The temperature in the room plummeted. Not metaphorically. Actually dropped until breath misted in the air and Kaine's sweat turned cold on his skin."Tell me everything," Grayson said quietly. "Start with the loan."Kaine's finger twitched on the trigger, but some primal survival instinct stopped him from pulling it. Shooting this man wouldn't save him. Nothing would save him now."Ava's father borrowed fifty thousand from us." The words spilled out in a
EVERYTHING JUST GOT MUCH WORSE!
Logan Stone walked out of County Jail at 6 AM looking like a man who'd spent the night in a spa instead of a cell.His designer suit was somehow unwrinkled. His hair perfectly styled. His expression calm as still water, betraying nothing of the federal charges hanging over his head like an executioner's blade.A sleek black Mercedes pulled up to the curb, engine purring like a satisfied predator.The driver stepped out—a man in his early thirties wearing a suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent. His smile was warm, almost brotherly, but his eyes held something calculating and cold."Brother," Carter Stone said warmly. "Rough night?"Logan collapsed into the passenger seat, exhaustion finally showing now that he was away from cameras and guards. "How did you post bail? The amount was fifty million! Even our accounts combined couldn't—""I have resources you never knew about, Logan." Carter drove away from the jail with practiced ease, merging into early morning traffic. "M
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS TO DECIDE
Vanessa's phone rang for the forty-seventh time with no answer.She paced the Reed mansion's living room like a caged animal, calling Kaine's number over and over, each unanswered ring driving her deeper into panic. The Triad had her money. They'd promised Grayson would be dead by dawn.So why wasn't Kaine answering?Patricia watched from the couch, mascara-stained face twitching with barely-controlled terror. "Maybe they failed? Maybe we should just run? Leave the city before—""Just WHAT, Mother?" Vanessa whirled on her, eyes wild with something that looked like madness. "Roll over? Let that bastard win? Let him destroy everything we've built?""We didn't build anything!" Patricia's voice cracked. "We've been living on borrowed money and luck for three years! And now that luck has run out!""I won't accept that!"Gerald entered the room, newspaper clutched in trembling hands, his face the color of old bones. He looked like he'd aged twenty years overnight."Have you seen the news?"
THE CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD
The confession played for the eleventh time, and Ava still couldn't breathe properly.She sat at Grayson's dining table, laptop open, Kaine's terrified voice filling the penthouse with words that rewrote her entire existence. Her finger hovered over the pause button but never pressed it. She needed to hear it again. Needed to understand."Someone paid them." Her whisper was barely audible over the recording. "Someone wanted my family destroyed specifically. Not random debt collection. Murder for hire."Grayson sat across from her, files spread between them like evidence at a crime scene. Financial records. Transaction logs. Digital breadcrumbs leading to offshore accounts that vanished into legal black holes."The payment came through Cayman Island accounts," he said, voice clinical but eyes burning with controlled fury. "Layered through shell companies. Designed to be untraceable.""But WHY?" Ava's voice broke on the word, hands slamming the table hard enough to make the laptop jump.
SURVIVAL IS ALL THAT MATTERS
The Reed mansion was silent at midnight except for the sound of Patricia's trembling hands turning pages.She crouched in Gerald's study, expensive perfume mixing with the smell of old leather and whiskey that had soaked into the furniture over years of her husband's decline. Her phone's camera flash illuminated document after document—patents worth millions, client lists cultivated over decades, contracts that represented three generations of Reed family legacy.Click. Upload. Delete local copy. Repeat.Every file about Reed Industries flowing through encrypted channels to a secure server she didn't fully understand. She just followed the instructions Carter had given her six months ago, when this nightmare had started feeling inevitable.Her phone buzzed. Text message from an unlisted number."Good. Meet me at the usual place."Patricia's thumb hovered over the delete button when light flooded the study."Mother? What are you doing?"Vanessa stood in the doorway, silk robe wrapped a