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

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 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,

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...

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