Tyson Hale’s face slammed against the polished marble floor; the crack echoed through the luxurious lobby like a gunshot. For a moment, he tasted nothing but blood.Then the laughter began. “Look at this idiot.”“The delivery boy thought he could play the hero.”A heavy shoe pressed down on Tyson’s back, forcing him flat against the cold marble. The pressure drove the air out of his lungs. Tyson groaned. “Please…” he rasped. “Let me go.”“Let you go?” one of the men scoffed. “You still don’t understand the situation.”Tyson lifted his head just enough to see three men in black suits. Donald Ford’s men. Behind them, a terrifying scene unfolded. Two middle-aged figures knelt helplessly on the floor.Tyson’s chest tightened. “Mom… Dad…”His mother’s face was pale and streaked with tears. His father’s lips trembled as he clasped his hands together desperately. “Please…” his father begged. “Give us more time… we will repay the money.”The man standing beside them laughed. “Five million dol

The air inside the lobby of Redd Tower had changed. Only minutes ago, Tyson Hale had been nothing more than a delivery boy pinned to the floor.Now every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on him. Donald Ford stared at the cards on the table. Then at Tyson.Then back at the cards again. His fingers tapped slowly against the table. Finally, he chuckled. “Well…”His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge underneath. “That was unexpected.”Tyson didn’t respond. He simply sat there quietly, stacking the chips he had just won. Janet’s men were still frozen in disbelief.One of them whispered under his breath. “…Did he really win?”Another shook his head. “That must have been luck.”Donald leaned forward slightly. “Tell me something, delivery boy.”Tyson lifted his gaze. Donald smiled faintly. “Was that luck?”Tyson shrugged. “Maybe.”Donald studied him carefully. His instincts were screaming that something about this young man was wrong. Very wrong.Donald Ford had spent thirty years m

The sound of police sirens grew louder outside Redd Tower. Red and blue lights flashed through the shattered glass walls of the lobby.Within seconds, armed officers rushed inside. “POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!”The scene they stepped into looked like a war zone. Broken marble. Shattered glass. Bullet holes across the walls.Men lying unconscious on the floor. And in the center of it all, Donald Ford. Pinned down by Janet Reddington’s bodyguards.One of the officers stepped forward. “What happened here?”Janet calmly brushed dust from her suit and stood up. “There was an armed attack on my company.”The officer looked around in disbelief. “That’s obvious.”His gaze fell on Donald. “And who is this?”Donald smiled casually. “Donald Ford.”Several officers immediately stiffened. Even they knew that name. The legendary gambler. A man rumored to control half the underground betting world.The officer frowned. “You’re under arrest.”Donald laughed. “Am I?”Tyson stood a few steps away, watching ev

The night air was thick with tension as the convoy weaved through the city streets. Tyson sat beside Janet in the armored SUV, watching the neon reflections dance across his hands. His parents were in the other vehicle, still shaken but safe for the moment. Yet, his system buzzed relentlessly.”High-Risk Threat Detected, Multiple Hostiles Tracking Convoy”Tyson’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t just about Donald Ford anymore. Whoever sent the sniper had larger plans, plans that might not end with just intimidation.Janet broke the silence. “You’re unusually calm for someone who just survived a sniper attack.”Tyson shrugged. “The system saw it coming. I wasn’t fast enough for the first shots, but I knew what would happen next. That gave me an edge.”Janet’s eyes narrowed. “You make it sound so… easy.”Tyson didn’t answer. His vision had flickered again. A faint holographic overlay appeared in his mind’s eye, showing multiple red dots converging on their convoy, predictive lines tracing tra

The first light of dawn barely pierced through the towering glass walls of Redd Tower.Tyson Hale stood alone in Janet’s office, his eyes scanning the city skyline. The previous night’s sniper attack had left more than shattered glass; it had left a message: he and Janet were being watched by an unseen, highly organized force. “System Alert: New Mission – Establish Base of Operations”Tyson exhaled slowly. This wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about preparation. The system’s voice pulsed in his mind: “Objective: Fortify Redd Tower – Integrate surveillance, defenses, and intelligence networks, Reward: Enhanced Tactical Awareness & System Upgrade.”He turned toward the digital map on the wall. Tiny red dots marked the locations of the sniper and drones from last night, as well as possible observation points around the tower.Janet entered quietly, her expression sharp but curious. “You’ve been staring at that map for hours.”Tyson didn’t look up. “I’m planning. Every route, every v