All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 61
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The War of Strategy
Elena hung up the phone, then started typing on Franky's laptop. She didn't open any banking apps. She accessed a network of Shell Companies unregistered under either the Vexley or Moretti names. Ghost companies registered in Panama, Belize, and Seychelles."What are you doing?" Franky asked, confused."Arthur suppressed our stock price to the bottom," Elena explained, her fingers moving agilely. "Right now, one share of Titan Corp is only $1. Very cheap. Massive discount.""And?""And we buy it all," Elena said casually."With what?!" Franky nearly pulled his own hair out. "Our accounts are frozen!"The Penthouse elevator doors opened.Three large men entered, dragging two large metal suitcases on wheels. Behind them, five more followed. Then ten. They kept coming, carrying heavy suitcases.They opened the suitcases in the middle of the room.Franky's jaw dropped. David smiled.Money.Stacks of hundred-dol
A Reward for Elena
Elena felt the vibration in David's voice. It wasn't his usual tone. It was a tone of admiration mixed with potent desire."This adrenaline..." Elena whispered, placing her hand on David's chest. "It hasn't faded yet. My heart is still racing, David. I need... release.""Take your reward," David challenged.He lifted Elena effortlessly, seating her on the conference table, right on top of the stack of stock acquisition documents. The papers rustled beneath Elena's thighs.Elena wasn't shy. This victory gave her a newfound confidence. She pushed David's shoulders down into the office chair she had pulled close, then with a fluid motion, Elena switched positions.She climbed onto David's lap, straddling him face-to-face."Let me take the wheel now," Elena whispered, staring into David's eyes with a fresh, dominant gaze. "I steered your company out of the abyss. Now let me steer you."David smirked, spreading his arms and leaning back into the chair in surrender. "This time and place are
The Return of the Ex
The stinging scent of charred flesh and melted plastic greeted David at the gates of the ruined Arkham Asylum.David stepped out of his Rolls Royce. Beside him, Isabella walked vigilantly, her right hand always hovering near her knife belt. Franky followed behind, clutching his military laptop like a baby, his face pale as he looked at the body bags lined up in the parking lot."This isn't a fire, Boss," Isabella commented, kicking a 5.56mm shell casing lying on the asphalt. "This is a military operation. Precision. Speed. Lethal."David nodded. He walked past the police line. The firefighters and local police moved aside to give him a path. David's aura made them reluctant to ask who he was.They headed toward the remains of Block C."Cell 402 is over there," Isabella pointed to a gaping hole in the charred concrete wall. "Or at least, it used to be there."David hopped over the debris, entering the destroyed cell. There were no bodies. No
Project Chimera
Thousands of miles away from the smoking ruins of Arkham, in the depths of a secret bunker in the Swiss Alps, the room temperature was kept stable at 18 degrees Celsius.This was the heart of Arthur Vexley's operations. The most advanced illegal Bio-Tech laboratory in the world.In the center of the all-white room, Camelia Harrow lay on the operating table. She was naked, though her body was covered by a silver thermal blanket. Fine cables were attached to her temples, chest, and wrists, connecting her to a monitor machine that beeped rhythmically.She was unconscious. Military-grade anesthesia kept her sleeping in an endless nightmare.Arthur Vexley stood behind the observation glass, sipping his espresso. He wore a pristine white lab coat."Status of Subject Alpha?" Arthur asked via the microphone.Inside the operating room, a surgeon with a full-face mask and robotic hands answered without turning his head. "Stable, Mr. Arthur. The minimally invasive Craniotomy procedure was succes
The Masquerade Charity Gala
The Temple of Dendur hall inside The Metropolitan Museum of Art transformed into a sea of masks that night. The "Midnight Masquerade Charity Gala" was a mandatory agenda for New York's elite to show off their wealth under the guise of donating to orphans.Under the high glass ceiling and flanked by ancient Egyptian pillars, hundreds of guests danced, laughed politely, and whispered about the latest scandal. However, the main topic that night wasn't art, but the man who had just overturned the city's power order.David Vexley.David stood near one of the sandstone pillars, holding a glass of champagne he wasn't drinking. He wore a matte black half-mask that matched his tuxedo. His electric blue eyes scanned the crowd with deliberate boredom."Stop staring at the door like a nightclub bouncer, Darling," whispered Elena, who stood beside him.Elena looked stunning in a gold evening gown that hugged her curves, a diamond-encrusted gold mask covering he
Dance of Death
The waltz music played grandly in the hall of the Metropolitan Museum. Johann Strauss II's The Blue Danube filled the air, creating a hypnotic one-two-three rhythm.In the center of the dance floor, David and Camelia spun.To the hundreds of watching eyes, they looked like a perfect match. A handsome man in a black mask and a beautiful woman in a red gown. Their movements were synchronized, fluid, and elegant.However, to David, this was a wrestling match with death.Every time Camelia's body pressed against his, the system on David's retina blinked with panic.[WARNING: Dangerous Physical Contact.][Analysis: Subject's pores are emitting odorless neurotoxin gas within a 5 cm radius.][Advice: Hold breath. Do not let her sweat touch skin.]David held his breath. He held Camelia's waist with the minimal amount of contact possible, coating his hands with a thin, invisible Qi Shield to prevent direct contact."You're so stiff, David," Camelia whispered. Her voice sounded in David's ear,
System Surgery
Madame Wu's herbal shop in Chinatown was closed, but in the basement hidden behind the medicine shelves, activity was at its peak.Camelia Harrow lay on a jade stone table. Her gown had been cut away, leaving her naked body emitting a faint purple glow beneath the skin, a sign of the Neurotoxin becoming unstable after she fainted.Madame Wu, wearing a leather apron over her cheongsam, inserted long silver needles into meridian points on Camelia's neck, chest, and stomach with blurring hand speed."This poison is vicious," Madame Wu muttered, her forehead wrinkled. The silver needles she inserted instantly turned pitch black. "Arthur designed this poison to explode the host's heart if the heart rate drops below a certain limit. I'm holding back the flow with needles, but this is only temporary."David stood at the head of the table. He had removed his suit jacket and shirt, shirtless to move freely. Cold sweat soaked his back."Focus on the poison,
The Broken Camelia
The guest room on the second floor of Madame Wu's herbal shop was dimly lit, illuminated only by the street light filtering through the bamboo blinds. Outside, Chinatown was quieting down, but inside that room, stifled sobs sounded heartbreaking.Camelia Harrow curled up in the corner of the old wooden bed. She wore a borrowed nightgown that was too large for her now frail-looking body. Even though a thick blanket covered her, she shivered violently.The Neurotoxin in her blood had been neutralized, but its traces remained. Her nerves felt like they were on fire every few minutes, a "phantom pain" left behind by Arthur's cruel experiment.The bedroom door opened slowly.David Vexley stepped inside. He carried a tray with a bowl of hot herbal porridge.Upon seeing David, Camelia immediately sat up. Her swollen and terrified eyes instantly sparkled with pathetic dependence."David..." Camelia crawled quickly to the edge of the bed, her trembling hand reaching out to David. "Don't go...
An Open Invitation to Duel
David closed the door to Camelia's room and walked up the stairs toward the main room of Madame Wu's herbal shop. There, Isabella and Mei Lin were waiting on full alert. However, one person was missing."Where is Franky?" David asked, his eyes sweeping the room.Isabella checked her watch. "He said he was going to Titan Corp HQ for a bit to grab a backup hard drive before Arthur's firewall blocked our access again. That was an hour ago. He should have been back by now."A bad premonition crept up David's neck. Franky was never late, especially in a critical situation like this.Suddenly, the large television screen on the shop wall turned to static.Then, the image changed.The camera focused on an office chair in the center of a room very familiar to David. The Director of Operations' office on the 40th floor of Titan Corp. The throne David had just seized.In that chair sat Franky Divine. His face was battered, blood flowed from his
Breaching the Tower of Babel
The glass doors of the Titan Corp lobby, newly installed after the Robert incident, shattered into pieces with a single kick.CRASH!David stepped inside, his tight blue cleaning service uniform contrasting sharply with the chaos he brought. To his right, Isabella held two Uzi submachine guns. To his left, Mei Lin unsheathed dual swords that shone coldly.Behind the reception desk, on the second-floor balcony, and behind the concrete pillars, dozens of Black Saber mercenaries in full tactical gear with helmets and bulletproof vests were waiting."TARGET SIGHTED! FIRE!" the field commander shouted.RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!War erupted. Dozens of assault rifle muzzles barked in unison, spewing hundreds of bullets per second toward the entrance. That curtain of hot lead was dense enough to mince an elephant into ground meat.Isabella and Mei Lin moved instinctively, seeking cover behind the pillars.But David did not.He kept walking straight down the center of the open lobby.The System on his