Silas’s footsteps echoed lightly as he descended the iron stairs back into The Underworld. In his hand, a bulletproof silver briefcase reflected the dim light of the streetlamps.The moment he opened the door to the VIP carriage, Nova and Rusty immediately stood up from their seats. Silas didn't waste any time. He placed the briefcase on the wooden table and popped it open.The frigid vapor of liquid nitrogen instantly wafted out, revealing a pitch-black server block the size of a shoebox, pulsing with a quantum blue light.Nova's eyes widened to their absolute limits. Her jaw practically hit the floor. "O-Oh my God... This is a military-grade Aegis-7 Quantum-Core. This thing could hack a national defense satellite in three minutes. Silas, how did you...""Let's just say I cured the right person," Silas replied casually, shrugging off his expensive suit jacket and tossing it onto the sofa. "How much time do you need to hook this thing up to Veronica's blueprints and breach Sterling Co

The VIP elevator doors slid open soundlessly, revealing the sheer luxury of the Sterling Corp penthouse that occupied the entire top floor.Floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a panoramic view of Silver City drenched in a light drizzle. The black ebony floors and lavish crystal chandeliers should have exuded an air of elegance. However, the air in the room felt stifling, cold, and thick with the sharp scent of antiseptics. This place was no longer a palace; it was a high-end psychiatric ward.In the center of the massive room sat a high-tech medical bed.Silas stepped inside. His eyes immediately caught a sight that made the corners of his lips twitch upward.Seraphina Sterling, the Ice Queen, the most feared female CEO in the corporate world, whose single command could erase a person's life overnight, now looked utterly pathetic.Her usually immaculate platinum blonde hair was now matted with cold sweat and completely disheveled. Her skin was as pale as a corpse's, marred by bulgi

In the underground base of The Underworld, the hum of a scanning device broke the silence. Nova stood before her computer screens, analyzing the bodily structure of The Collector, which now lay lifeless on an iron table."This is bad, Silas," Nova complained, massaging the bridge of her nose. "The machine's cybernetic spinal cord was completely decimated when you fried its control chip. We can't just splice it back together with standard cables or mechanical soldering. That would kill what's left of the organic brain inside."Silas, who was wiping bloodstains from his hands, turned around. "Then what do we need?""A Quantum Neural-Welder," Nova answered quickly. "A high-precision neural welding tool. That kind of tech is usually only used in military cloning facilities. It goes for about eighty thousand dollars on the black market. I know a place that sells it. A shop called 'Ironclad Tech' in the red-light district sector. But the price is quite steep."Silas nodded slowly. Dropping

"FREEZE RIGHT THERE, YOU BASTARD!!"Gideon's roar thundered through the cramped shop. The giant mechanic stepped out of the back room, his face darkened by murderous rage. In his hands, a double-barreled, military-grade plasma shotgun was aimed squarely at Silas's back. The muzzle hummed, ready to spew thermal energy capable of melting a human body in an instant.In a fraction of a second, Rex reflexively drew the automatic pistol from his jacket and aimed it right between Gideon's eyes."Lower your weapon, Gideon! Or I'll blow your brains out right now!" Rex threatened, his eyes radiating the murderous aura of an Underworld veteran."Shut your mouth, Rex! This is none of your business!" Gideon roared back, the veins in his neck bulging. His bloodshot eyes glared at Silas with absolute hatred. "I asked you to cure my wife, Doctor. Not to screw her in my own shop! Her clothes are a mess, she's panting, and the smell of that room... Do you think I'm an idiot?!"The tension in Ironclad T

Platinum District, Silver City. This was a neutral zone where the elites, tycoons, and politicians mingled without the looming threat of Underworld gang wars.On the ground floor of a glass-paneled skyscraper, Silas and Rex stood inside a three-hundred-square-meter room. It was a former exclusive art gallery, tucked slightly away from the main street to offer absolute privacy. The floor was made of pitch-black marble, the walls were lined with minimalist soundproof panels, and the entrance featured military-grade bulletproof glass.A perfectly elegant and highly classified location for an elite clinic."This is the place, Boss," Rex said, scanning the room. "The previous owner was a money-laundering mobster posing as an art collector. The joint's been empty for two months."Silas gave a slow nod, his eyes sweeping the interior with satisfaction. "I like it. The lighting is excellent, and the security is on par with a bank vault.""Too bad this place isn't for you," a sharp, condescend