The massive glass window burst inward with a loud, violent explosion of sharp silver fragments. Thousands of tiny glass pieces flew across the dark room, spraying over the thick carpet like a sudden shower of cold ice. The wet ocean wind roared through the open gap, blowing the dark curtains high into the air and filling the luxury penthouse suite with the cold, damp smell of sea fog.Through the cloud of falling glass, the dark assassin dropped onto the carpet with a light, silent thud. He wore a tight black suit that covered every single inch of his body, leaving only two cold, dead eyes visible through a thin slit in his black mask. In his hands, he held the long, curved black katana sword. The razor-sharp edge of the steel gleamed with a dark green liquid that smelled of deadly snake poison. Without taking a single second to rest, the killer lunged forward, driving the sharp point of his dark blade straight toward Ethan Vance's throat in a fast, lethal strike.Ethan Vance did not

The heavy iron door hung crookedly on its broken hinges, letting the cold ocean wind rush into the ground chamber of the ancient stone lighthouse. The air inside the dark room smelled of old salt, damp dust, and sharp weapon oil. Five tall master swordsmen from the Blood Shadow clan stood in a tight circle around a rough wooden table, their dark cloth masks hiding their faces. Each man held a long, curved katana sword, the steel blades gleaming cold and red in the dim candle glow.They had expected their brother assassin to return from the city penthouse with Ethan Vance's head wrapped in black silk. They had never expected the young Chairman of the Vance Group to kick their heavy iron door down and walk into their hideout alone.For two full seconds, nobody moved. The only sound in the room was the heavy crashing of the dark ocean waves against the jagged rocks outside the stone walls.Then, the swordsman standing closest to the front moved. He let out a sharp, angry hiss and charge

The high room at the very top of the old stone lighthouse was finally quiet. The harsh, high electronic beeping of the bomb timer had stopped completely the moment Ethan Vance ripped the red battery from the back of the small black box. The cold ocean wind kept blowing hard through the cracked glass window frames, bringing in the sharp, clean smell of salt water and damp night air.Ethan stood tall in the middle of the room, looking down at the small black smartphone resting in his palm. The screen was lit up with a bright blue light, displaying a detailed live map of the inland mountain region thirty miles away from the coast. A tiny red dot flashed steadily in the very center of a deep green forest, marking the exact location, layout, and private guard watch posts of Victor Chen's secret mountain home.Ethan did not waste a single second. He tapped his finger on the glass screen, saved the complete map data onto his personal cloud storage, and dialed Thomas's direct secure line.Th

The massive dark oak doors hit the inner walls with a loud, violent bang, sending thick waves of dust floating through the warm air of the private office. The quiet room was instantly filled with the heavy, cold presence of Ethan Vance. He stood tall and broad in the broken doorway, his dark leather coat hanging straight down over his broad shoulders. His handsome face was completely still, showing no anger, no panic, and no surprise at all.Deep inside the far corner of the grand room, a massive iron wall vault stood wide open. Inside the dark vault lay hundreds of neat white paper files, financial ledgers, land deeds, and secret bank records. Those clean papers contained every single piece of dark evidence showing how the foreign Dragon Syndicate had paid off corrupt city mayors, police chiefs, and port officers across the entire country for over twenty long years.Standing right in front of that open iron vault was Victor Chen.The once proud regional warlord looked like a total m

The morning sun rose slowly over the misty mountain peaks, casting bright golden light across the wide courtyard of the secret mountain estate. The cold mountain wind blew quietly through the broken iron front gates, carrying away the dark smell of smoke and gunpowder. Out in the gravel driveway, forty black armored trucks belonging to the Vance Group stood lined up in a clean, powerful row. The guards inside had disarmed every single syndicate soldier, keeping them sitting on the damp ground with their hands behind their heads.Inside the grand private office on the second floor, Victor Chen lay curled up on the soft red carpet beside his heavy mahogany desk. He clutched his bleeding right hand against his chest, his face pale, sweaty, and twisted in deep pain. Blood trickled down his dirty suit sleeve, dripping onto the floorboards. He looked up at Ethan Vance with bright red, bloodshot eyes full of pure hatred and deep shame.Ethan Vance stood tall beside the desk, his dark coat h