The two black Tahoe SUVs roared violently through the forest highway, their engines tearing through the silence like beasts escaping from hell. Inside the lead vehicle, tension filled the air. “Faster!” Don Sparrow barked from the front seat. “I said move faster! We are not on a sightseeing trip!” The driver gritted his teeth and pressed harder on the accelerator. “Yes, boss!” The SUV jerked forward with even more force, swallowing the road as trees blurred past the windows. Connor remained seated in the middle seat, calm and unreadable. His stained royal regalia clung to his body, yet his posture did not break. Don Sparrow glanced at him and scoffed. “You still sit like a king even when tied up. Interesting.” One of the assassins laughed softly. “He doesn’t even look scared.” Another leaned closer. “Maybe he still doesn’t understand the situation.” Suddenly— RING… RING… Connor’s phone rang inside his pocket. Don Sparrow’s eyes narrowed immediately. “What's t

Connor slowly inhaled, then raised his head fully toward Lord Kharzek. The rifles aimed at him did not shake him. The tension inside the warehouse became so thick that even the assassins seemed afraid to breathe. Connor’s lips finally moved. “I’ve given you back your rightful position.” The moment the words left his mouth, one of the assassins immediately adjusted the recording device in his hand. “Recorded clearly, my lord,” the assassin said quickly. A dark smile spread across Kharzek’s aged face. “That’s good of you, kid.” His eyes narrowed proudly. “Next time, don’t start a battle you can’t finish.” Laughter exploded inside the warehouse. Don Sparrow bent slightly, laughing openly. “Did you hear him? The mighty Connor Wood finally surrendered!” Several assassins mocked him openly. “So this is the great successor?” “He folded too quickly.” “I expected more resistance.” Connor remained silent while the laughter echoed around him. But deep inside, his thoughts were calm.

The abandoned warehouse door creaked open at dawn, letting in a pale strip of morning light that cut through the darkness where Connor had been left overnight. Dust floated in the air, and the cold silence was quickly broken by heavy footsteps approaching him. Don Sparrow stepped inside first, scanning the broken scene. His eyes landed on Connor, still slumped on the seat, his head tilted to one side, clothes torn and stained, his skin marked with bites and bruises from big rats and insects that had crawled over him throughout the night. Don Sparrow frowned sharply. “Connor! Wake up!” Connor’s eyelids fluttered slowly. His voice came weak and dry. “...morning already?” One of the assassins moved forward. “He’s still alive, my boss.” Don Sparrow clicked his tongue. “Of course he is. He’s not allowed to die yet.” He gestured coldly. “Unchain him. Untie his mouth.” The assassins hesitated for a second, then moved in quickly. The chains unlocked with a sharp click, and the ga

The atmosphere inside the Tarzan Council Meeting Hall felt heavy enough to suffocate anyone breathing inside it. Ancient tribal symbols were carved deeply into the stone walls while burning torches flickered quietly beside the giant pillars. The five elders were already seated in silence around the ancient tribal-designed table. Nobody spoke freely. Nobody looked relaxed. Elder Zeddicus sat with both hands folded tightly together. His sharp old eyes remained fixed on the entrance. Something about today felt deeply wrong. Then the giant doors opened. Lord Kharzek entered first with his chin raised proudly while Connor followed beside him with a calm expression. Two armed guards walked behind them silently. The elders immediately stood up. “Welcome, Master Wood.” “Welcome, Lord Kharzek.” They bowed respectfully despite the uneasiness hidden beneath their voices. One of the guards stepped forward carefully, bowed to both Connor and Kharzek, then placed a signed documen

The giant doors of the Tarzan Council Meeting Hall slowly opened again with a deep metallic sound that echoed across the ancient chamber. Torch flames danced against the stone walls as several armed men entered carefully. Their black suits and disciplined movements instantly changed the atmosphere inside the hall. Mr. Davis walked at the front with his usual sharp posture while the guards behind him remained alert. The moment his eyes landed on Connor sitting calmly on the dragon throne, relief flashed across his face. He immediately raised one hand slightly. “Wait outside.” The guards stopped instantly near the entrance without questioning him. Mr. Davis continued forward alone before lowering his head respectfully. “Good day, Master.” Connor stared at him quietly for a moment before speaking. “Hope I told you to send only the guards. So why did you follow suit?” Mr. Davis quickly bowed deeper. “I’m sorry, Master. I really missed you and wanted to follow them.