Caleb didn't blink nor look up from the bright screen. "He was a necessary piece for the local board. If he dies, the city council regulatory licenses become a bottleneck for our future asset acquisitions."His voice was completely flat. No warmth nor pride. Just raw calculated efficiency.Victoria let out a bitter laugh while running a hand through her messy hair to pull it away from her face. "Of course. Always the strategist. For a second, I actually thought you might have torn that syndicate apart because I asked you to save him."She stepped closer, leaning her hip against the edge of the desk. Her eyes traced the sharp geometric line of his jawline. "The news channels are completely losing their minds Caleb. The northern docks are crawling with hundreds of federal investigators and the Blackwood name is actively being scrubbed from every corporate listing in the country. You erased a multi-generational criminal empire in less than four hours.""The Blackwoods were sloppy," Cale

The tech specialist grunted, pushing the burning tip of the torch deeper into the reinforced steel brackets. The thick metal glowed a furious crimson before melting like hot wax, dripping in bright sizzling globs onto the wet floorboards."Two more inches on the central support brace," the tech muttered, his breathing ragged inside the mask. "The main transformers are right behind this wall. Once we drop the primary breakers, the entire ninety-story building goes into an immediate hardware lockdown."The final steel bracket severed with a loud heavy thud and the three-hundred-pound iron grate crashed forward into the damp darkness of the electrical vault, sending a thick cloud of grey concrete dust billowed into the air."Move in. Secure the perimeter around the generators," Brody ordered, instantly stepping over the ruined metal frame into the massive two-story vault.The room was dominated by three industrial-green transformer blocks that hummed with a low bone-vibrating frequency.

Caleb didn't answer. He took three slow steps forward, his leather shoes clicking quietly against the stained concrete floorboards.As he stopped near the edge of the master workbench, Caleb slowly let a fraction of his passive Sovereign Pressure leak outward into the open space of the garage.The effect was instantaneous and physical.The ambient air inside the massive workshop violently thickened, turning dense, heavy and ice-cold. The low rhythmic humming of the V8 engine seemed to subtly drop in pitch under the sudden atmospheric weight, and the loose sheets of technical schematics resting on the counters stopped fluttering completely, pinned down by the invisible gravity.Most ordinary men would have instantly dropped their tools, their knees buckling under the involuntary primitive instinct to bow before the terrifying presence of the Devil Chairman.Mac frozen for a brief second, his thick fingers tightening around the iron handle of his wrench. He felt the crushing suffocati

His physical traits expanded with terrifying kinetic velocity as his Intermediate God-Level Martial Arts power fired simultaneously through his leg muscles. To the eye, he didn't run—he simply ceased to exist in his original position, leaving a faint ripple in the gray concrete dust.He materialized directly in the center of the mercenary line before the lead guard could even slide his fresh bullet into the gun. Caleb reached out his right hand, his fingers catching the lead guard by the front of his tactical vest.With a single fluid motion, Caleb redirected the guard's own forward momentum, swinging the two-hundred-pound man through the air like a ragdoll.[CRUNCH]The guard’s body slammed violently into a massive structural stone pillar fifteen feet away. The heavy brickwork fractured under the impact, and the mercenary dropped instantly to the floorboards, his spine cleanly shattered.The remaining four enforcers tried to back away, swinging their hot barrels toward his head bu

Angela ignored Mac entirely, her heavy leather boots clicking loudly against the stained concrete floorboards as she marched straight into Caleb’s personal space. She stopped exactly two paces away from him, her chest rising and falling in tight alert breaths."I don't care how many towers you own Chairman," Angela snaps, her voice trembling slightly with a volatile mix of fury and raw exhaustion. "People are turning up with broken bones all over my district, and every single trail leads back to your name."Caleb didn't look up from the chassis. He picked up a small steel calibration file from the master workbench, casually smoothing a rough metal edge on the newly installed titanium plate. His movements were slow, fluid and completely unhurried, like a machine operating on a fixed daily routine."The precinct is crawling with federal compliance units Caleb," Angela continued, her eyes flashing as she stepped even closer refusing to back down. "High-tier international mercenaries ar