Minutes later, the police SUV moved through the busy roads of Augustrio. Connor sat silently at the back while the officers around him remained alert. Through the transparent window, he could see crowds moving along sidewalks, vehicles filling the streets, and countless eyes turning toward the police transport. Then he heard the voices. “Wait... isn't that Master Wood of Caesaria?” A man standing near a traffic light pointed directly at the vehicle. “It is him!” The reaction spread quickly. People stopped walking. Several brought out their phones. Others pressed closer to get a better look through the window. “I heard he tried entering Calhoun Empire with a fake verification card.” “Yeah, that's what the news said.” “That's why he was arrested.” “I wonder where the police are taking him to this time around.” More voices joined the discussion. A middle-aged woman frowned when she saw Connor's bruised face. “What happened to him?” Another man immediately answered. “I

The fury burning inside Calhoun's eyes had already erased every trace of patience. His chest rose and fell heavily as his fingers tightened around the overturned whiskey glass. Then he finally spoke. “I'll give you twenty-four hours.” His voice was low, but every word carried terrifying weight. “Twenty-four hours to go to the media and publicly tell the world that I am innocent.” Calhoun slowly stood from his throne chair. “If you don't, and the ultimatum passes, you'll see the other side of me. I swear it.” His eyes narrowed into slits. “You can call me the mastermind all you want, but refuse to do what I suggested and you'll learn exactly what I'm capable of doing.” The old man began pacing around the sitting room. “As for your father, yes, I warned him not to open that technology empire.” Connor remained silent. Calhoun pointed at himself. “Because I entered that market first. He was copying my footsteps and trying to create competition that would affect my market inf

The first whip had barely risen into the air when a thunderous voice exploded across the empty field. “DON'T DARE FLOG HIM!” The shout rolled through the dry land like a shockwave. The three men froze instantly. Samson's eyes narrowed. The wind swept across the cactus field as another command followed. “If any of you try it, all of you will be severely shot dead. Right now.” Click! Click! Click! The sound of numerous gun triggers being pulled echoed from every direction. The smiles on the men's faces vanished. Slowly, they turned around. What they saw made their expressions change completely. Fourteen armed men stood around the area in perfect formation. They wore navy-blue military uniforms. An eagle emblem shone proudly on their chests. Every gun was aimed directly at Samson and his companions. The leader stepped forward. His sharp eyes carried overwhelming authority. “Drop those whips,” he ordered coldly. “Drop every weapon you're carrying an

Connor's injured body screamed with every step, but he never slowed down. The Eagle Squad maintained a tight escort formation as they crossed the final stretch of the empty cactus land. The fading sunlight painted long shadows across the dry ground while the wind continued to howl around them. A few minutes later, four vehicles came into view. Three black tactical armored vehicles waited beside the dirt road. Parked between them was a luxurious Rolls-Royce Cullinan, its polished body gleaming even beneath the dusty evening sky. The contrast was striking. A man wearing rumpled prison clothes was being escorted toward one of the most expensive vehicles in the world. Before anyone reached the vehicles, Don Tornado suddenly turned toward Connor. “Master, what about the guards who followed you into this state?” Connor stopped briefly. His expression darkened. “They're still alive.” Don Tornado's eyes narrowed. “Where are they?” Connor looked toward the distant horizon. “They

The convoy roared into Augustrio’s busy roads, cutting through streams of headlights and neon reflections as night finally settled over the city. Inside the channel, tension snapped instantly. “Make sure their lives will be ended today!” Sulfur Calhoun’s voice exploded through the communication system, sharp and venomous. “Failure will attract my wrath upon all of you. And believe me, it will surely lead to your early graves! Kill them all… especially Connor!” His voice echoed inside both assassin vehicles like a curse. Arrowhead’s eyes hardened as he gripped the comm. “You heard Lord Calhoun. No mistakes. We end this now.” Another assassin responded quickly, “Understood. No hesitation.” Arrowhead leaned forward. “We should be fast enough before they disappear. If we lose them, we should be ready that comes.” A second voice added, “Lord Calhoun’s warning was brutal. We can’t afford failure.” Arrowhead barked, “Then we should move quickly! We shouldn’t let this task sli