Dylan walked through the bar with Zane, their steps steady and deliberate. Around them, the place buzzed with noise—loud music, clinking glasses, bodies swaying in a careless rhythm—but neither of them paid any attention to it. The laughter, the dancing, the intoxicated joy—it all blurred into something distant and irrelevant.That wasn’t why they were there.Without exchanging many words, the two of them made their way toward a narrow staircase tucked behind the main counter. It led downward, away from the flashing lights and shallow pleasures of the upper floor, into something darker. More hidden. More dangerous.“Are you sure about this?” Zane asked, his voice low but firm, as if giving Dylan one last chance to reconsider.Dylan didn’t hesitate. “It’s my mother,” he replied, his tone calm but resolute. “So of course I’m sure.”There was no room for doubt in his voice, and Zane didn’t press further. He simply nodded and followed as they descended the stairs into the underground leve

After beating them up, they lay sprawled on the floor weak and completely exhausted.Mr. Kain laughed as he walked up to them. He hadn’t even stressed himself during the fight. It had been too easy—almost disappointing. He stood over them, staring down with cold amusement as he spoke.“What? I thought you could take me down?” he sneered. “What now? You can’t even handle a few men?”He let out another mocking laugh, shaking his head.“You idiot. You walked straight into the wrong den,” he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Now it’s completely over for you.”He turned his gaze toward his men and gestured lazily.“Take their bodies away,” he ordered. “Throw them into the gutter. They’ll be dead by morning anyway. With all these beatings and injuries, there’s no way they’ll survive.”Mr. Kain waved his hand dismissively, as though getting rid of trash.“So take them and leave them to die on the streets. I don’t want their filthy blood staining this place.”“Yes, sir!” the men

Mr. and Mrs. Walter continued their discussion, clearly entertained by the misfortune of the Maxwell family. The topic seemed to amuse them endlessly, and every now and then, laughter slipped easily between their words. “To think they went through all that effort just to end up embarrassing themselves,” Mrs. Walter said, shaking her head with a faint smile. “It must have felt humiliating.” Mr. Walter let out a quiet chuckle, leaning back comfortably in his seat. “They brought it on themselves. Trying to outshine us was their first mistake.” There was satisfaction in his tone—calm, controlled, but unmistakable. Mrs. Walter seemed thoughtful for a moment, her brows knitting slightly as she recalled something. “But…” she began, tilting her head slightly, “isn’t that young man the same one who stole from you some time ago?” Mr. Walter glanced at her, mildly curious. “What young man?” “The one involved in that incident,” she clarified. “I heard he used to work as a cleaner fo

That day, the manager of the bar happened to be around. So when he heard the commotion, he stepped out to see what was going on.“What’s all this noise?”Mr. James immediately turned to him and walked forward, his expression tight with desperation. This time, he didn’t hesitate.“I’ve been working here for years, and I haven’t been paid,” he said, his voice firm despite the strain in it. “You’ve been denying me my money for so long. And now that I’ve retired, you still refuse to pay me. How is this fair?”The manager looked him up and down, his face twisting with annoyance.“You again?” he scoffed. “Didn’t I ban you from ever stepping foot in this place? Why are you here?”“I came to take what’s mine,” James replied, forcing himself to stand his ground. “Pay me.”The manager let out a short, mocking laugh.“And why should I listen to any rubbish you’re saying?” he said coldly. “You’re disturbing my business. Get out before I have you thrown in jail.”Mr. James clenched his fists, his

The words left the manager speechless. He couldn’t believe Dylan was actually talking down to him like that.Annoyed, he suddenly threw a hard punch at Dylan’s face. Dylan staggered backward, holding his chin.The manager let out a laugh.“You weak bastard think you can say anything about me and walk away?” he said coldly. “I’m going to make sure you pay for that.”He stepped forward again and landed another punch. Then another. And another.Dylan only staggered backward, taking each hit without saying a word.The manager kept laughing as he attacked.“You’re a lowly bastard! Do you even know who I am?” he shouted. “You’re a nobody before me! I can crush you whenever I want!”He kept punching and pushing Dylan, trying to break him down.But Dylan remained silent.He simply endured it.Until a point.Then, Dylan smiled.As the manager raised his hand again to slap him, Dylan suddenly caught his fist mid-air.The room changed instantly.The manager froze.He stared at Dylan’s face—and f