Caleb planted his boots onto the concrete slab. His 100% maximum vitality gave him immense power. He pushed the base of the massive steel beam, guiding it straight into the iron anchor bolts set inside the concrete foundation.[CLANG!]The steel post hit the baseplate with a loud, ringing chime that echoed across the entire market sector!Jurl stepped up with a pneumatic rivet gun, driving thick steel rivets through the baseplate to lock the girder in place forever.[BANG!][BANG!]By late afternoon, all eight steel girders were standing tall, locked into the foundation like massive black pillars reaching toward the sky.The red brick walls were built up around them, six feet high, enclosing the first floor of CAL Capital Headquarters.The building was no longer just an idea. It has became a real fortress taking shape in the middle of the slums.As darkness fell over the District, the workers headed home to enjoy a warm dinner provided by Martha's kitchen.Caleb stayed behind on Plo

"It's a low-level extortion attempt," Caleb said boldly, taking another step closer to Sloan. "Section 8 of the Municipal Transit Code states that impersonating a district tariff collector carries a mandatory three-year sentence in the central quarries. If I take this paper to the district magistrate right now, you won't be seizing trucks, Sloan—you'll be breaking stone."Sloan’s four enforcers looked at each other nervously, stepping back toward their vehicle. They knew the law was strict about fake municipal papers.Sloan swallowed hard, sweating under his leather collar abdnd glared at Caleb with pure hatred. "You think you're smart, don't you? You think a loader can stand in my way?""I don't think," Caleb replied coldly. "I know. Leave the yard before I decide to audit the rest of your fake tax forms."Sloan gripped his driving gloves tightly, realizing he was completely trapped by Caleb's legal knowledge."This isn't over, rat!" he hissed, scrambling back into his brass vehicle.

With endless power, a six-wheeled steam truck and thirty loyal workers paid top wages every single night, the third floor and roof of CAL Capital Headquarters were completed in record time. By the evening of the third day, the building stood tall and magnificent in the center of Plot 01. It was a three-story fortress of deep red bricks, reinforced steel girders, large glass windows and a flat rooftop lookout wrapped in iron railings. Above the main entrance, Jurl had mounted a massive hand-carved iron sign painted in bold gold letters: CAL CAPITAL HEADQUARTERS Downstairs on the ground floor was the main reception hall and administrative office. The second floor served as the district trade market and community center. The third floor housed private rooms for anyone. As night fell, hundreds of people from across the Southern District gathered in front of the illuminated building. Market vendors, dock loaders, coal miners, weavers and local families stood together in the street,

Thomas stepped forward, holding his shovel firmly. "This is private deeded land! We built these homes ourselves!"Garner sneered, opening his leather binder and pulling out a brass pen."Private deed or not, structural upgrades increase property value," Garner stated arrogantly. "Every one of these new red-brick houses is now assessed at a fifty-dollar annual structural tax. That's five hundred dollars total, due right now. If you can't pay, my guards will condemn the buildings and lock the doors."The neighbors gathered on their porches, their faces filling with terror again. They had just gotten warm dry homes, and now a high-tower tax man was trying to take them away.Before Garner could write another word on his paper, Caleb stepped out of the newly built house.He walked calmly toward Garner, wiping his dusty hands on a rag. His dead eyes locked onto the arrogant assessor."Put the pen away," Caleb said, his voice cold and flat.Garner looked at Caleb's plain shirt, laughing dis

His name is Sledge, a notorious syndicate enforcement boss who ran the illegal loan-shark network for the neighboring Block Five.Behind Sledge is a thin rat-faced clerk named Pinch, who held a grease-stained ledger under his arm.Sledge had just kicked over a wooden display table, spilling cups of cold water onto the clean concrete floor."Where is the rat running this fake bank?!" Sledge roared, his voice bouncing off the walls. "Who gave you permission to lend money in this district?!"Nora and Lily were standing behind the kitchen counter, Nora hold a frying pan while keeping the little girl safe behind her skirt.Caleb stepped off the last staircase step, his boots clicking firmly against the stone floor. He stood tall, his hands resting casually in his coat pockets."You're making a lot of noise in my building," Caleb said, his voice dropping into a cool, freezing tone.Sledge turned his massive body around, his small bloodshot eyes locking onto Caleb."You must be their 'Boss',