CHAPTER 988
Author: Michael Chi
last update2026-09-18 23:53:42
The lounge fell back into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the hum of broken fluorescent lights and the heavy panting of the injured.

Clara turned around slowly, stepping through the wreckage toward Marcus, who was frantically trying to crawl backward on his elbows.

"N-No... stay back... keep away from me!" Marcus whimpered, his bravado completely shattered.

Clara stopped beside a broken iron railing near a heavy oak table. With her bare hands, she gripped a thick, solid iron b
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    "Spare a little change, please?" the man wheezed, his voice raspy and dry. "Just a few dollars for a hot drink? God bless you, sir... bless you, ma'am..."Clara didn't look at the cup. She reached into her dark jacket pocket, pulled out Nancy’s pink smartphone with the small heart sticker on the back, and held it down right in front of the man's dirty face."You sold this phone to a guy last night for twenty dollars," Clara said, her voice dropping into a flat, icy register that carried no emotion at all. "Do you remember?"The beggar's eyes flicked from the pink phone up to Clara’s dark, hollow eyes. The hopeful look on his face instantly withered into a sour, annoyed scowl. He spat onto the concrete beside his boot and waved his hand dismissively."Tch!" the man hissed, pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders. "If you ain't got no money to give me, get the hell out of my face! I don't know nothin' about no phone!"Clara took a small, deliberate step closer. Her shadow compl

  • CHAPTER 992

    Phyna stepped into the lead armored vehicle, resting her hand on her sidearm as she looked at the tactical map glowing on the dashboard screen."Load up!" Phyna shouted to her entire unit, her voice echoing down the street with absolute authority. "We follow their trail! We track every traffic camera, every cell signal, and every tire mark between here and Wale Street! We are bringing her to justice tonight!"As the armored vehicles roared to life, their sirens echoing through the concrete canyon of the city, the hunt for Clara reached a dark, terrifying pitch.The first rays of morning light filtered through the thick layer of grey city fog, casting a pale, cold glow over the narrow streets of the lower east district. The storm from the night before had left the asphalt damp and dark, reflecting the sickly yellow glare of the decaying streetlamps overhead.Inside the blue van, the air was heavy, smelling of stale coffee, cold iron, and the quiet, suffocating dread that had been growi

  • CHAPTER 991

    "We're going to find her," Clara gritted out, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the door handle. "We have to."Twenty minutes later, three heavy military armored vehicles pulled up outside the ruined Rusty Anchor Lounge, their red and blue siren lights flashing silently against the dark buildings.The heavy doors opened, and Commander Phyna stepped out onto the pavement. Her high-ranking uniform was immaculate, her face set in an icy, unreadable mask as her sharp eyes scanned the scene.Behind her, dozens of fully armed military officers poured out, securing the perimeter with tactical shields and rifles.Phyna walked slowly past the broken glass and shattered drywall, stepping into the main room. She looked at the two trembling soldiers who had been left behind. They stood at attention, saluting her nervously, though both were pale and visibly shaking.Phyna stared at them for a long, heavy moment. The silence in the air was suffocating."What did I tell you?" Phyna’s voice c

  • CHAPTER 990

    "Goodness..." the lead soldier breathed out, a massive wave of relief crashing over him as he collapsed back onto his heels. "I... I thought you were dead! You absolute idiot!""Bulletproof vest..." the soldier wheezed, wincing as he took a breath. "Commander Phyna made us wear the heavy armor tonight... thank God she did."Meanwhile, five miles away, the dark blue van sped down a dimly lit, rain-slicked avenue. The streetlamps flickered overhead, casting long, orange shadows across the dashboard.Clara sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window. Her hands rested in her lap, still stained with dried blood. Her mind was a chaotic storm of memories, guilt, and overwhelming fear.Alice... Clara thought, her heart clenching until it physically hurt. My poor Nancy was buying that girl's friendship with lunch money and clothes just so she wouldn't have to sit alone. And I was so busy hunting shadows that I never even noticed."Clara," Dorian said quietly from the driver's sea

  • CHAPTER 989

    Clara took a single step forward. The two soldiers flinched so hard the barrels of their rifles rattled. They took a panicked step backward, their boots skidding against the pavement, their fingers twitching dangerously against the triggers. "Listen to me," Clara said, her voice dropping into a flat, deadly seriousness that chilled the night air. "I will turn myself in. Once this is over, you can chain my hands, put me in a cage, and throw away the key. I will not resist you. I won't fight back." She pointed a blood-stained finger toward the dark city skyline. "But right now, my daughter's life is on the line," Clara continued, her brown eyes locking onto the lead soldier's terrified pupils. "Every second we waste standing here on this asphalt is a matter of life and death for my baby. I am leaving." Without waiting for their permission, Clara turned her back on their guns, walking calmly toward the dark blue van parked across the street. Dorian gave the two trembling soldiers a b

  • CHAPTER 988

    The lounge fell back into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the hum of broken fluorescent lights and the heavy panting of the injured. Clara turned around slowly, stepping through the wreckage toward Marcus, who was frantically trying to crawl backward on his elbows. "N-No... stay back... keep away from me!" Marcus whimpered, his bravado completely shattered. Clara stopped beside a broken iron railing near a heavy oak table. With her bare hands, she gripped a thick, solid iron bar from the furniture. With effortless, terrifying power, she bent the thick iron straight around Marcus's left wrist, curling the heavy metal tightly around the sturdy leg of the heavy oak table! CRUNCH! Marcus pulled violently, but the iron was bent so perfectly around his wrist that he was completely cuffed to the table, unable to budge an inch. Clara leaned down, her crimson eyes staring deep into his terrified face, her face mere inches from his. "You are lucky I have more important

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