Meanwhile, the night air over the Ironport harbour was dry, and Most of the administrative offices lining the dockside had long gone dark, but a single window on the second floor of the Fletcher Logistics building remained brightly lit.Inside the office, Julian sat behind a desk covered with stacks of shipping manifests, ledger books, and legal documents. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes burning with fatigue, but he refused to pack up yet. With Arthur at Ascord Spring, the full weight of the company’s administrative overhaul rested firmly on Julian’s shoulders.“Just three more ledgers,” Julian muttered to himself, pulling a blue folder closer. “If we clear these harbour contracts tonight, the customs board won’t have a single legal leverage point left to use against us.”He carefully verified timestamps and container serial numbers. He was completely unaware that three black vans had just rolled silently into the dark alleyway behind the administrative complex, their head

Grant Castellan blinked, his smug smile vanishing the moment he recognised the figure stepping out of the car.“Gabriel?” Castellan stuttered out, his voice cracking in disbelief. “How did you? You were supposed to be at Ascord Spring!”Gabriel did not spare him a single word. His face was hardened, his eyes locked entirely on the second-story windows of the administration building, where roaring flames licked aggressively against the night sky. Julian was trapped inside that burning inferno.With a fluid motion, Gabriel lifted the heavy industrial fire-suppression cannon resting on his shoulder. He aimed the heavy nozzle directly toward the shattered second-floor balcony doors.A deafening surge of high-density chemical suppression foam erupted from the cannon with blinding speed. A freezing blizzard of white retardant hurtled through the air, coating the entire second-floor executive office in seconds. The roaring flames did not just weaken; they choked and died instantly under the

By eight o’clock, the news of Grant Castellan’s sudden, overnight disappearance had swept through the underground like wildfire. Inside the home of the Fletcher family, they sat down freely a mixture of anger and concerned.Arthur received the money sent and was told he could use it to rebuild the burnt part of the building.Julian sat, sipping a warm cup of coffee. His mind still reeled with the thoughts of what happened the previous night.Arthur walked into the room, carrying two steaming cups of tea. He placed one gently on Julian’s table before taking a seat in the leather chair across from him.“You’re in early today, Son,” Arthur said with a approving smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “After everything that happened last night, I thought you would sleep past noon.”Julian chuckled softly, setting his coffee cup down. “Sleep? Dad, how could I sleep? When I walked out of that building last night and saw thirty armed thugs lying across the pavement like broken toys, my hea

Meanwhile, Deputy Commissioner Owen adjusted the microphone, his expression stern as he looked out over the sea of flashing camera lenses. “Good afternoon, members of the press,” Owen began, his voice echoing across the public square with authority. “I am Deputy Harbour Commissioner Owen, speaking on behalf of the regional customs bureau and federal maritime oversight board. We have just monitored the broadcast presented by Mr Gideon Louis regarding Fletcher Logistics. I am here to state unequivocally that every single allegation made at this podium is a malicious fabrication.” Gideon Louis smug grin instantly froze on his face. He took a nervous half-step backwards, his eyes widening in sudden disbelief as murmurs broke out among the reporters. Owen opened the thick federal binder, pulling out certified digital printouts and forensic technical reports. “Our cyber-forensics division, in coordination with maritime inspection teams, has analysed the photographs presented by Mr. Lou

The entrance doors of Ironport Mercantile Bank buckled under the immense physical weight of the surging crowd. With a loud crash, the reinforced glass shattered into thousands of fragments, scattering across the floor as panicked investors and angry depositors poured into the main lobby like a breaking dam.“Give us our money, open the accounts right now!” a corporate executive roared, slamming his leather briefcase onto the glass teller counter.“My life savings are in this institution; if I don’t see my balance, I’m tearing this desk apart!” shouted an elderly woman, her voice cracking with panic as she shook her fist at a trembling teller.Alarm sirens wailed shrilly throughout the building, mixing with the chaotic shouts of hundreds of people demanding immediate cash withdrawals. Security guards in vests rushed forward, locking their shields together to form a barrier around the service windows, but they were vastly outnumbered by the angry mob.Up on the top floor, Clement Nicola