Rex moved swiftly. The former Underworld veteran stepped out first, opening a large black umbrella before holding the passenger door open for his boss. Silas Thorne stepped out of the limousine with the grace of an aristocrat. His gray suit stood in stark contrast to the darkness of the night, and his gaze was as cold as ice as he stared at the towering iron gates of Sinclair Manor."Wait in the car," Silas ordered The Owl, who was peering through the window. The broker merely gave an obedient nod.Sheltered beneath the umbrella held by Rex, Silas strolled casually past the line of elite doctors' cars. Beneath a small pavilion near the gates, several elderly specialists in white coats were taking shelter. Their faces were etched with frustration, defeat, and wounded pride after being kicked out from the inside.One sharp-eyed senior doctor, Dr. Harrison—a renowned surgeon in Silver City—noticed Silas's arrival. He scoffed dismissively at the sight of a young man walking toward the gat

Four bright red laser sights flared to life, dancing across Silas Thorne's chest and forehead. At the end of those tactical assault rifle barrels, death was only a single trigger pull away from the fingers of the elite mercenaries.The air in the marble hall felt as cold as ice."I don't know who you are or who sent you, you bastard," Marcus hissed from the top of the stairs, his voice trembling violently. Rage, panic, and murderous intent violently clashed on his now deathly pale aristocratic face.Silas did not flinch. He didn't even blink as he stared down the muzzles of the guns. His gaze was as cold as the bottom of the ocean, as if the armed men in front of him were nothing more than a bunch of clowns putting on a cheap show.Silas's calm demeanor only eroded Marcus's sanity further."You think you're smart, huh?!" Marcus suddenly bellowed, the veins in his neck bulging. He pointed a trembling finger at Silas's face. "You think you can just march into my home, throw around insan

The air inside the private ICU ward felt frozen. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor sounded like the chiming of a victory bell in Silas's ears, and a death knell for the lawyer.Elias Croft, the usually arrogant and untouchable Chief Legal Counsel, was now trembling on his knees on the marble floor. Cold sweat the size of corn kernels poured down his temples, fogging his gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes remained glued to the sharply spiking heartbeat graph on the monitor screen.It was impossible. That petrified heart... was beating again?!"Prepare the transfer documents, Counselor," Silas said coldly, shattering Elias's shock. "The King has returned."Hearing the demand, Elias's cunning instincts as a corrupt bureaucrat flared up. He swallowed hard, scrambling for one last loophole to save himself and his master's money."Y-you... this must be some cheap magic trick!" Elias stammered, pointing a shaking finger at Silas. "And about that money... that five million dollars is in Maste

Freezing raindrops soaked the shoulders of Silas's gray suit, yet the young man didn't shiver in the slightest. Under the blinding glare of the SUV's high beams, Silas stood with a posture as calm as the surface of an undisturbed lake.Before him, eight towering figures from the Viper Syndicate spread out into a semi-circle, blocking all escape routes. The hissing sound of their breaths from behind advanced gas masks sounded mechanical and horrifying.The tallest figure in the center of the formation, the Squad Leader, stepped forward. He raised his modified rifle, aiming the thick barrel squarely at Silas's chest."You've got some nerve stepping out of your armored shell, Doctor," the Viper Leader's voice sounded heavy, distorted by the gas mask's filter. "Our boss is extremely disappointed. The five-million-dollar masterpiece we planted inside the Mining King's body has been destroyed by you. In exchange, we have no choice but to dissolve your body into liquid biological waste tonig

Julian Mercer's face, previously adorned with an arrogant smirk, instantly hardened. The veins in his neck bulged, and his complexion turned a furious crimson. He, the sole heir to the largest arms cartel on the West Coast, a man feared by thousands, had just been equated to a 'stray dog' by a young man in a damp suit who didn't even carry an umbrella?"You're courting death, tramp," Julian hissed. His diamond-rimmed sunglasses couldn't conceal the murderous glint in his eyes. He shoved aside the two supermodels in his embrace and gave a lethal hand signal to the four elite mercenaries behind him. "Break both his legs. Shatter his jaw so he can't bark anymore. Then drag him across the asphalt until his skin is flayed off."The four military contractors surged forward like merciless killing machines.However, they had barely taken a single step when Rex shifted to cover Silas's body.The former Underworld combat veteran didn't even bother to draw his magnum pistol. He simply stared at