The round metal can whistled loudly as it spun across the soft blue carpet, throwing out a massive, blinding wave of thick white fog. In less than two seconds, the entire grand boardroom was completely buried under a heavy cloud of stinging smoke.The bright television screens became nothing but dim blue shapes in the dark, and the three hundred international billionaires went completely wild with an intense wave of pure panic.They screamed, coughed, and knocked over their gold chairs as they scrambled blindly across the floor, completely losing their minds in the white darkness.The four state officers dropped their steel handcuffs, waving their arms in front of their faces as the thick fog burned their eyes. I cannot see anything, one guard yelled, his voice cracking with a sudden panic. Secure the prisoner right now.But Victor Sterling was already gone from the floor. Through the blinding fog, a loud, heavy crunch echoed from the side of the stage, followed by the sound of boots

The crazy screaming of Victor Sterling died away as the heavy black vehicle sped around the corner of the next skyscraper roof, disappearing completely into the dense morning fog.Down below in the boardroom, the wind kept rushing through the shattered window, making the long velvet curtains flap loudly like wild flags.The three hundred international billionaires finally stopped crawling under their gold tables, standing up slowly while shaking the white dust off their expensive clothes.Christian stood at the very edge of the broken window frame, his tall figure perfectly still against the cold wind. His premium midnight black silk suit remained completely clean, his large hands resting casually inside his pockets.He did not show a single speck of anger or annoyance that his younger brother had escaped on a rope ladder.To the supreme master who controlled the global monetary network, Victor running away to a dark corner was just a mouse hiding deeper inside a trap.Director Vance

The warm words of the old man hung in the quiet, dusty air of the broken boutique like a sudden ghost from the past.Christian stood completely frozen, his large hands slowly releasing Clara’s shoulders as his mind raced back to a time before the war, before the betrayal, and before his world had turned into a freezing battlefield of iron and blood.That secret childhood nickname had not been spoken by a single human tongue for over fifteen long years, since the dark night his biological father had passed away inside the grand capital hospital.The ten elite black ops soldiers stood perfectly still, their heavy titanium armor reflecting the soft yellow light of the crystal chandeliers.Director Vance kept his hand tight on his sidearm, his eyes scanning the ancient grey cotton robe of the stranger with a deep, professional suspicion. Nobody knew how this old senior held such dangerous secrets.You have grown into a massive mountain, Little Lion, the old man said softly, his voice trem

A loud, ear-splitting sound of metal cracking violently echoed off the high brick walls of the dark alleyway. The thick, solid iron baton did not crush old Peter’s frail bones, nor did it leave a single scratch on Christian’s arm.Instead, the heavy weapon shattered into four jagged pieces upon impact with Christian’s hardened forearm, flying across the dirty concrete like broken glass.Commander Steel’s massive hand shook violently from the sheer physical shock, his leather glove ripping apart completely as the raw, unshakeable power of the strike traveled up his arm.He stumbled back five steps, his heavy combat boots splashing through the muddy puddles as his face turned an ugly shade of ghostly white.He looked down at his empty, bleeding palm and then at Christian’s perfectly smooth black sleeve, his eyes wide with an intense, breathless terror.This is impossible, Commander Steel stammered, his voice cracking into a high pitched squeak of absolute panic. That baton is made of re

The thick white paper rattled loudly between Victor’s greasy fingers, the heavy gold stamp from the Sovereign Jade Box shining brightly under the dim lights of the underground treasury.His face was twisted into a wild, crazy grin that showed his absolute loss of all human sanity. He held the document high in the air as if it were a shield of pure iron that could protect him from the freezing judgment of his older brother.The trillion dollar empire belongs to the shadow now, Christian, Victor shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the solid marble walls of the central vault.You can have the high supreme judges, you can have the international banking cartel, and you can have all the television news channels in the country. None of those official laws matter in the dark alleys.The Underworld Overlord controls the physical power of this entire capital city. With this signed document and the ancient gold seal, he legally owns every single brick of the Sterling Group.V