Inside the Grand Sky Hotel, Victor felt like he was on top of the world. He had the girl. He had the money. And his powerful uncle had just taken out the trash."Let me go!" Sarah screamed, clawing at his grip."Shut up!" Victor raised his hand to hit her. "You should be thanking me! My uncle is General Thunder! Being my wife makes you untouchable in this city!"CRASH!The massive glass windows at the front of the hotel exploded inward. Shards of glass rained down over the screaming guests.Heavy canisters of tear gas rolled across the marble floor.Hiss—White smoke filled the room in seconds. The guests shrieked and dove under tables, all their fancy manners gone. Victor coughed violently, his eyes burning as he lost his grip on Sarah.Sarah dropped to her hands and knees and crawled through the smoke. She found Zoe huddled under a banquet table, shaking. Sarah pulled her daughter against her chest, covering her face from the gas."Federal Military! Everybody on the ground!"Dark fi

Dr. Aris burst out laughing. He pointed a shaking finger at Luke. "You're actually counting down?! You arrogant piece of trash! You just assaulted a security guard! You aren't counting down to my ruin. You're counting down to your own arrest!"He turned to the remaining guards, who were staring at their screaming colleague on the floor."What are you waiting for?!" Dr. Aris screamed. "Restrain him! Call the police! And get this crying woman and her brat out of my hospital! Young Master Vance is bleeding!"Sarah grabbed Luke's coat. "Luke, please... let's just go. We can find a clinic. If the police come, they'll lock you away again. Zoe can't lose you twice."Luke didn't move. He stroked Sarah's hair with his free hand, his eyes on the clock."Ten seconds," Luke said, his voice cold."Delusional beggar!" Dr. Aris spat, pulling out his phone. "I will make sure you rot in—"WHRRRRRRR!The windows rattled. The heavy thud of helicopter blades drowned out every sound in the room.Dr. Aris

Luke didn't let go of Marcus's wrist. He applied just a little more pressure.SNAP."AGHHHH!" Marcus screamed, his knees giving out as his bone cracked. He collapsed on the hospital floor, clutching his ruined arm, tears streaming down his face. "My arm! Grandfather, he broke my arm!"Patriarch Quinn stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He gripped his dragon-headed cane, trembling."You... you animal!" the old man sputtered, pointing a shaking finger at Luke. "You dare attack the Quinn heir?! Do you know what you've done? The Vance family will slaughter us, and now you assault your own wife's family?!""He's not her family," Luke said, his dead eyes locking onto the old man. "Family doesn't sell their own. And if you point that cane at my wife again, I'll feed it to you."Patriarch Quinn stepped back, genuinely terrified. But his fear quickly turned into desperate, cowardly rage.He turned his furious glare to Sarah, who stood in front of Zoe's bed."Fine!" the old man ro

Luke stepped back from the rusted fire escape and silently closed the window.He looked at the thin mattress on the floor. Sarah was curled protectively around Zoe, both sleeping deeply under the heavy warmth of his military coat. For a moment, Luke's eyes softened. He walked over and gently pulled the collar higher around his wife's neck.Then he turned toward the door.The warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by cold, suffocating darkness. He wore nothing but a faded grey shirt, but he didn't feel the freezing dampness. The God of War only felt the familiar chill of coming violence.He slipped out of Apartment 6B, making sure the rusted lock clicked softly behind him.Luke stood at the top of the narrow concrete stairs. Six floors down, he heard the faint squeak of boots and the metallic scrape of machetes against railings.Viper's men were coming up.Luke didn't wait. He didn't want blood smell reaching the sixth floor.He descended like a ghost. No footsteps. No breathing.On t

The mountain wind howled across the manicured driveway of the Dragon Emperor Estate.Marcus Quinn stood tall, a triumphant smirk on his bruised face. He pointed his good arm at Luke, fully expecting the armed security team to drag the ex-convict into the dirt and beat him half to death.The Head Security Guard, a massive veteran with a jagged scar across his eye, marched forward. His heavy tactical boots crunched on the gravel. Behind him, twelve elite guards tightened their grips on their rifles and followed in perfect, terrifying synchronization."Did you hear me, officer?!" Marcus yelled, his arrogance blinding him. "These people are slum trash! They're trespassing! My grandfather brought fifty million in cash to rent a room here for protection, and we don't want to look at this beggar! Break his legs!"Patriarch Quinn puffed out his chest, leaning on his dragon-headed cane, ready to watch Sarah and Luke be humiliated.The Head Guard stopped two feet in front of Marcus.Marcus grin