"The steel crowbar swung heavily through the air, ready to shatter Caleb Thorne's skull into pieces. An incredibly sociopathic smile of victory was painted on Marcus Trent's face. In the CEO's eyes, this weak man whose life he had once destroyed would die pathetically by his hands once again."Die for the second time, my best friend."However, Marcus Trent never understood the fundamental difference between a corrupt businessman and a war general raised on the battlefield. In the final second before the crowbar touched his temple, Caleb used the momentum of his fall to twist his body. He rolled roughly to the side, ignoring his broken ribs cracking against the concrete floor. He turned that mortal pain into a surge of pure energy.CLANG.The steel crowbar only hit the empty concrete floor, sparking yellow embers.Caleb's blood-covered right hand snatched his dropped Karambit knife. With a highly precise and savage upward swinging motion, Caleb slashed the sharply curved blade right a

"Get out of this car right now, Philip. Don't make me break this window and drag you out by force in front of your crying, terrified wife and child."Caleb Thorne's voice sounded incredibly deadly, piercing through the heavy rain on the M4 motorway. The luxurious black SUV had just stopped in a tilted position, crashing into the concrete barrier due to a precise ramming maneuver from the sedan driven by Caleb. Thick smoke billowed from the SUV's hood, partially obscuring the deserted toll road in the middle of the night.Inside the dark cabin, Philip hugged the steering wheel, his body trembling violently. His wife shrieked hysterically in the passenger seat, hugging their seven-year-old daughter in the back seat with a tear-streaked face."Who are you. What do you want." shouted Philip, his face as pale as paper, opening the car door slowly while raising both his hands.Caleb did not waste time answering that question. The former God of Death gra

"Plug this thing into the most secure main server. Make sure not a single outside network can track its extraction process."Alexander Hale's heavy voice broke the silence of Benjamin Carter's underground headquarters. The man in the dirty, blood-stained black suit threw a small flash drive onto the computer desk. The plastic object landed with a sharp clink next to a cold cup of coffee.Benjamin stared at the flash drive with wide eyes. He immediately picked it up using slightly trembling hands."You really got it, Mr. Hale. Philip's Master Ledger." The former auditor's voice sounded full of disbelief. "How did you make that stubborn man surrender his life.""I reminded him of his main priorities as an ordinary human," answered Alexander flatly.The former God of Death pulled up an iron chair and dropped his battered body into it. The pain from his left shoulder and broken ribs throbbed mercilessly. However, his brown eyes remained sharp