The room went dead quiet. The remaining board members sat frozen in their seats, their faces pale, terrified to make a single sound or movement. Suddenly, the side entrance doors near the stage clicked open. Stepping into the hall was a group of ten men wearing crisp, high-end business suits, carrying thick leather document cases and official legal seals. Leading the group was an older, distinguished man with silver hair, sharp eyes, and a pristine navy suit. Michael turned his head, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. "Fredrick...?" Standing at the front of the legal team was Fredrick Vance—Michael’s personal master attorney from forty years ago, the only legal mind who held the original, uncorrupted founding charters of the company! Serena stepped up beside Michael, a triumphant, beautiful smile lighting up her face as she wrapped her arm gently around his waist. "I had to call them, baby," Serena whispered softly into his ear, looking up at him with immense pride. "You're

Miles away, deep in the damp, subterranean darkness of Sector 9, the air inside Lei Feng’s secret bunker was stiflingly hot, reeking of sulfur, metallic iron, and ozone.Dustin stood in the center of the dark chamber, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth groaned under the pressure. In his hand was a shattered comms tablet—the last report confirming that Michael Oliver had successfully taken Morocco, purged the board, and united with Commander Bolton’s Light Brigade at the central tower."He took Morocco..." Dustin hissed, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. Dark, liquid cosmic shadows bled from his skin, pooling on the cold concrete floor beneath his boots. "He stripped every last dollar... and now he sits in my tower with the Federal Army at his back!"Lei Feng slammed his fist onto a steel desk, his eyes wide with wild, frantic rage. "I told you, Dustin! I told you relying on those overseas fools was a mistake! Now Michael is back, the city is locked down, and

Upstairs in the central command room, the high-tech atmosphere was thick with tactical readiness.Michael stood beside Commander Bolton, analyzing the outer radar sweeps, while Damon adjusted the frequency of the Seagod Security comms grid. Serena was updating the legal asset files on her laptop, and a sense of absolute control filled the room.Suddenly, every red emergency light in the command center began flashing frantically!WAI-WAI-WAI!A loud, piercing alarm shrieked from the central console, and the holographic map table flickered violently before turning bright red![CRITICAL ALERT: LOWER DEFENSE GRID OFFLINE — SUB-LEVEL BLAST DOORS UNLOCKED]"What the hell?!" Commander Bolton barked, slamming his hand on the desk. "Damon! What just happened to your outer turrets?!"Damon’s fingers flew across the terminal interface, his face turning pale. "The internal security grid was manually overridden from inside the building! Someone bypassed the main firewall from the lower archives!"

The sirens on Sub-Level 3 howled in a deafening, rhythmic screech. Red emergency lights bathed the concrete corridors in blood-colored shadows.Dozens of elite Light Brigade soldiers lined the heavy barricades, their heavy assault rifles locked onto the reinforced steel blast doors. Beside them, Commander Damon and Commander Bolton stood shoulder to shoulder, their sidearms raised and their faces set like granite."Hold the line!" Bolton barked into his tactical comms unit. "Whatever comes through those doors, unleash full automatic fire! Do not let them breach the main elevator shafts!"Behind the barricades, Damon turned to Rebecca, holding her tightly by her shoulders. "Rebecca, you need to go right now. Taking down Roth was just the beginning. The lower floor is about to become a slaughterhouse.""Damon, no! I’m not leaving you down here!" Rebecca cried, her voice echoing off the cold concrete walls. "My father and Dustin... they’ve lost their minds! You don't know what that Blood

Deep in the damp, subterranean vault beneath Sub-Level 3, the air was suffocatingly hot. The ten-foot-tall mechanical heart of the Blood Engine beat in rapid, erratic thuds.THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!Ashley Vance stood before the glowing control panel, his hands covered in severe plasma burns as he pulled out primary high-voltage conduits with his bare fingers. Tears ran down his soot-stained face as he forced his frail body to move."I'm sorry, Michael..." Ashley whimpered, his voice barely audible over the roaring engine. "I'm sorry, Rebecca..."He grabbed the main emergency coolant release valve—a heavy iron wheel glowing with scorching red heat—and began turning it against the system's safety locks.SCREECH!"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FOOL?!" a voice roared from the entrance!Lei Feng, his cybernetic juggernaut armor sparking from his battle with Commander Bolton, stormed into the vault! He saw the critical pressure dials dropping into the red zone and realized instantly what Ashley