Meanwhile, across the city, the heavy front doors of the Sterling family villa swung open with a violent slam. Amelia Sterling stumbled into the brightly lit marble foyer, her police jacket torn at the pocket and her face completely red from crying.Charlotte Sterling sat on the velvet sofa in the grand living room, her fingers rubbing her throbbing temples. Victoria sat beside her with an open laptop, while Beatrice stood nearby holding a glass of warm water. Harper sat quietly next to Julian, who was propped up in a large armchair with thick white bandages wrapped around his arms.At the sound of the door banging against the wall, all four sisters looked up in complete shock. Amelia threw her car keys onto the glass coffee table and dropped onto the couch, letting out a loud, angry sob."Those ungrateful bastards!" Amelia screamed, slamming her fists into the soft cushions. "Captain Brooks took my silver badge and my gun! He suspended me from the force right in front of the entire s

The old wooden doors of the Bennett Orphanage blew open with a deafening crash. Heavy iron boots kicked through the splintered wood, letting the freezing winter wind howl into the warm living room.A dozen dangerous men in leather jackets rushed inside, carrying thick iron pipes and heavy crowbars. The loud banging shook the walls, instantly waking the little children sleeping in the nearby bedrooms."Search the whole house!" a scarred man named Krag barked, his rough voice echoing off the ceiling. "Smash everything you see, and bring the old people out here right now!"Grandfather Joseph hurried into the hallway, his frail hands shaking as he tried to block the doorway to the children's room. "Please, stop!" the old man begged, tears filling his wrinkled eyes. "There are only little kids here! Take whatever money we have, but do not hurt the children!"Instead of listening, Krag stepped forward and swung his heavy fist straight into the old man's stomach. Grandfather Joseph let out a

In less than ten seconds, four giant thugs were crying on the floor in their own blood. The mean laughter in the room died instantly, replaced by a deep, terrifying silence.The two men holding Chloe began to shake with fear, their faces turning pale. Krag stepped back in total shock, his crowbar shaking in his sweaty hands."What are you standing there for?!" Krag shouted in panic, pushing his other men forward. "Kill him! Hit him! Cut him down right now!"The other six thugs rushed forward in fear, swinging knives, clubs, and chains. But they were not fighting a normal man; they were fighting the supreme master of the Shadow Vanguard.Ethan stepped into the center of the room with smooth, deadly power. Every single hit he threw carried the force of a heavy iron hammer.A punch to the ribs broke bones like dry sticks. A fast kick sent a big fighter flying into the wooden table, smashing it into tiny pieces.The sound of breaking bones and painful screams filled the small house. Ethan

Ethan stood completely still in the dark, watching the three greedy men close in on him. Slowly, he brought his cuffed hands from behind his back to his chest.The thick steel chain pulled tight against the iron rings. Ethan’s eyes turned pitch black, and the veins along his forearms surged with unbelievable, godlike power.With one effortless pull of his bare hands, a sharp, deafening sound ripped through the room.The solid steel links of the heavy military handcuffs snapped in two like brittle twigs, flying across the room and bouncing against the concrete walls.The three officers froze in place, their smiles dying instantly as pure, paralyzing terror locked their legs to the floor. "What... what did he just do?!" Henderson stammered, his face turning ghost white."You chose death," Ethan whispered.Moving faster than a bolt of lightning, Ethan vanished from where he stood.Before Briggs could even scream, Ethan’s hand clamped around the officer's throat like an iron vise. With a

At half past three in the morning, Fourth Sister Victoria’s private study was dead silent. A single golden desk lamp cast a warm glow across the polished mahogany wood.Victoria sat comfortably in her designer silk robe, adjusting her silver-rimmed glasses. She held a thick red folder, quietly admiring her opening legal speech with supreme, untouchable pride.Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors swung open with a loud, violent bang. Amelia, Cynthia, and Beatrice stumbled into the room, their faces as pale as chalk and their chests heaving with pure panic.Victoria frowned in deep annoyance, setting her gold pen down on the clean desk. "Have you three completely lost your minds? I am preparing the final arguments for tomorrow morning. Show some respect.""Victoria, you have to stop!" Amelia cried out in a frantic, trembling whisper, slamming both hands on the edge of the desk. "You cannot go to the high court tomorrow! You must withdraw the lawsuit right now!"Victoria stared at her three