"What do you actually want from me?" Inspector Duan asked. His voice shook violently.​He had just canceled the federal audit over the phone. But he stared at the billionaire sitting across the sticky wooden table. A man who bought military banks did not simply offer ten million dollars out of sheer kindness. Duan knew he was stepping into a trap.​"Do you want me to pay you?" Duan swallowed hard, gripping the edges of his chair. "Do you want money to keep this quiet?"​Chase Lu did not answer immediately. He reached into the pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out a sleek silver lighter.​He picked up the printed Black Ledger from the table. He flicked the lighter open. A bright orange flame illuminated the dark, filthy corner of the teahouse.​Chase held the flame directly to the corner of the thick manila folder.​Duan gasped in pure shock. He watched the only physical copy of his federal treason catch fire. The paper curled and blackened rapidly.​Chase dropped the burning ledge

The twelve armored Maybachs drove directly toward the wealthiest neighborhood in the Northern District. ​They parked in perfect synchronization on the muddy cobblestone driveway of the Song Villa. The heavy iron gates were completely warped. The massive oak front doors were shattered into thousands of jagged splinters. ​Lord Fang stepped out of the central vehicle. He wore a traditional silk suit. He surveyed the absolute destruction of the property with cold, calculating eyes. ​"This is the work of a wild animal," Lord Fang noted quietly. ​He walked past his elite security detail. He stepped directly over the ruined doors and entered the shattered marble foyer. The luxurious dining room was completely destroyed. The mahogany table was split perfectly in half. ​Grandma Song sat shivering on a ruined velvet sofa in the far corner. She clutched a dirty wool blanket tightly around her frail shoulders. Adams sat beside her on the floor, weeping softly into her hands. ​Grandma Song lo

"Shoot the primary water mains right now." ​Chase Lu gave the command with absolute, chilling calm. Thick black smoke billowed rapidly from the ceiling vents of the Golden Dragon Casino. The heavy steel entrance doors were completely locked from the outside. The wealthy patrons were screaming in pure, suffocating terror. ​Iron Tyrant did not hesitate for a single microsecond. The massive security director raised his heavy combat pistol. He aimed directly upward. ​He fired three precise shots into the massive pressurized steel pipes running along the vaulted ceiling. The bullets pierced the metal flawlessly. ​A massive torrent of freezing water exploded downward. It acted like a torrential indoor monsoon. The heavy cascade instantly drowned the spreading flames near the ventilation shafts. The thick, toxic smoke was beaten violently down to the carpeted floor. ​The corrupt politicians and cartel bosses gasped for clean air. They were completely soaked and shivering in the ruined un

"You cheated!" Vincent screamed. His voice cracked with pure, unfiltered madness.​He grabbed the edge of the heavy mahogany poker table. He heaved upward with all of his remaining physical strength. The heavy wood flipped violently backward. Millions of dollars in plastic chips crashed onto the carpeted floor.​Chase did not flinch at the sudden violence. He simply reached out and caught the wax sealed property deed out of the air. He held the billion dollar document casually in his right hand.​The heavy wooden doors of the VIP room had just exploded inward. Fifty heavily armed casino guards poured through the ruined entrance. They wore thick tactical vests over their burgundy uniform shirts. They raised suppressed automatic rifles and aimed them directly at Chase Lu.​Vincent stood safely behind the wall of armed men. He was completely out of breath. He looked exactly like a feral animal backed into a dark corner.​"Kill him right now!" Vincent ordered his security force. He pointe

"We need three units of O positive blood in trauma bay four right now!"Dr. Evans shouted the order over the deafening roar of the crowded waiting room. His blue surgical scrubs were already stained dark red. It was barely noon on opening day.The Titanium Charity Hospital was officially open. It was also completely collapsing.Thousands of desperate citizens had lined up outside the former casino since midnight. The promise of absolutely free healthcare had drawn every sick and injured person in the Northern District. The massive demand instantly shattered their logistical models."Where are the sterile sutures?" a frantic triage nurse demanded, running past the central marble reception desk. "The primary supply closet is completely empty."Bella stood behind the reception counter. She wore her sharp corporate blazer. Her hands trembled violently as she held a digital inventory tablet."The delivery trucks are stuck in the traffic jam outside," Bella answered over the screaming crowd