The loud sound of police sirens filled the rainy night outside the bank. Within seconds, six police officers rushed through the heavy glass doors, their guns drawn and their handcuffs rattling loudly.Mr. David pointed a cold finger at Thomas Vance. This man just tried to steal three hundred million dollars using completely fake audit documents and forged signatures. Arrest him immediately.Thomas wept loudly as the officers slammed him onto the cold marble floor. They dragged his arms behind his back and clicked the heavy iron cuffs onto his wrists. Julian let out a pathetic scream as another officer grabbed his bandaged neck, forcing him down into the dirt right next to his father.Leo stood perfectly still, looking down at the two ruined villains with total pity. Enjoy your new home in the dark prison, Leo said smoothly. Your name is officially erased from this city.The guards dragged the crying Vance men away, leaving the grand lobby empty and silent. Leo turned around and looked

The thick white smoke poured out of the wall vents like a rushing waterfall. It filled the large dining room of the tea house in just a few seconds. The heavy air became completely dark and blurry, making it impossible to see even a hand in front of a face.This was a special knockout gas that Victor Vance had smuggled from the northern border. It was designed to make a grown man faint after just two breaths.Victor pulled a special black gas mask from his jacket pocket and strapped it tightly over his face. Next to him, his top bodyguards quickly placed a smaller mask over Chloe Taylor’s head.Chloe gasped for air inside the rubber mask, her eyes wide with wicked joy behind the glass glass lenses. She looked through the thick white fog, trying to see Leo Sterling drop to his knees and choke to death.He is finished, Chloe thought, her heart dancing with immense excitement. Nobody can survive Victor’s northern border gas. Leo is going to faint like a weak dog, and then we will tear hi

The heavy gold smartphone beeped loudly as the call ended. The silence that followed inside the Ancient Dragon Tea House was thick and full of heavy suspense.Chloe Taylor stood up slowly from the dusty floorboards. She wiped the fake tears from her face, her eyes shining with sudden, wicked excitement. She had heard Victor’s words clearly on the speakerphone. She truly believed that Leo Sterling was finally broken, bleeding, and unconscious inside the thick white fog.I knew it, Chloe bragged, her voice instantly changing from a weak sob to a proud, arrogant laugh. You are just a pathetic peasant, Leo. You got lucky with Julian, but you could never beat a true king from the northern underground.Chloe rushed out of the tea house through the side door, her brand new white silk dress fluttering in the cold wind. She jumped into one of Victor’s luxury backup vans, demanding the driver to take her straight to the private shipping warehouse down by the old river docks. She wanted to be the

Brenda Taylor fell flat onto the cold concrete sidewalk with a heavy, wet thud. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth twisted completely to one side as white foam bubbled from her lips. She lay there perfectly still, her body shivering under the dark, cloudy sky.Mother, Chloe screamed, rushing forward on her hands and knees to shake her mother’s stiff shoulders. Wake up, Mother. Don't leave me like this. We are supposed to be rich.Richard Taylor did not even look at his collapsing wife. He sat in the dirt like a mindless ghost, staring at the bright red dragon seal locked tightly across their front gate. The ten million dollars they had hidden for five years was entirely gone. Their name was garbage. The rich neighbors on the balconies continued to point and laugh, their mocking voices echoing down the luxury street like sharp needles cutting through Chloe’s remaining pride.An ordinary public ambulance arrived ten minutes later, called by a passing stranger. The medical

Julian Vance fell flat onto the wet asphalt, his body shaking violently from the intense pain. He cradled his broken, limp wrists against his chest, letting out weak, pathetic dog whimpers.The sharp cracking sound of his bones was the final sound of his family's proud empire in Riverview City. He was completely ruined, physically broken, and stripped of every single ounce of his high class dignity.Leo Sterling did not look down at the crying piece of trash a second time. He pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped his bare hands slowly, and tossed the cloth onto Julian’s bleeding face. It was the ultimate face slapping humiliation.Logan, call the city police to clean up this garbage, Leo ordered. His voice was completely flat, empty of any warmth. Let him spend the rest of his miserable life inside a dark prison cell, unable to ever feed himself with his own hands.Yes, My Lord, Supreme Commander Logan replied with a deep, respectful bow. The police are already