2026-06-24 09:07:00Chapter 10
Ding.
The elevator doors slid open on the fiftieth floor of the Horizon Neural Tech building. The pristine corporate lobby was a war zone. Glass partitions were shattered, ergonomic chairs were slashed, and the air smelled heavily of ozone and burnt wiring.
"Open the damn door, you little bitch!" a raspy voice echoed down the hallway. "You think reinforced glass is gonna stop me? I've got thermite in my bag!"
Arthur stepped out of the elevator. His footsteps were completely silent against the ruined carpet. He rounded the corner to see six men huddled around the reinforced steel door of the central server room.
The leader was a hulking mass of muscle with a red snake tattooed across his bald scalp. He was currently revving a portable diamond-blade circular saw, preparing to cut through the electronic locks.
"Excuse me," Arthur said, his voice carrying an unnatural, echoing weight thanks to the Aura of the Sovereign.
All six thugs froze. The leader turned around, shutting off the saw. He looked at Arthur’s bespoke midnight-blue suit and let out a harsh, barking laugh.
"Who the hell are you? The accountant?" the bald leader sneered. "We cleared the building. How did you get past my boys downstairs?"
"They decided to take a nap on the pavement," Arthur replied, casually unbuttoning his suit jacket so it wouldn't restrict his movement. "I'm Arthur Vance. I own this company. And you're currently scratching my paint."
The thugs exchanged bewildered looks before erupting into laughter.
"Take him out, boys," the leader grunted, waving a hand dismissively. "Break his legs and toss him down the elevator shaft."
Three men rushed Arthur simultaneously, drawing combat knives and steel pipes.
To a normal man, this was a death sentence. To Arthur, with his Advanced Cognitive Processing, it was a math problem. And the solution was violence.
The first thug lunged, thrusting a knife toward Arthur's gut. Arthur didn't step back; he stepped in. He slapped the blade aside with the back of his wrist, sliding his foot behind the thug’s ankle, and drove an open palm directly into the man’s throat.
The thug collapsed, gagging and clutching his crushed windpipe.
The second thug swung a steel pipe at Arthur’s head. Arthur ducked smoothly, the pipe whistling mere millimeters above his hair. As he rose, Arthur drove a devastating uppercut into the man's floating ribs. The crack of bone was sickeningly loud. Before the man could even scream, Arthur grabbed him by the lapels and hurled him like a ragdoll into the third thug, sending them both crashing through a glass conference table.
Total elapsed time: four seconds.
The remaining three men, including the bald leader, stared in absolute horror. The mocking grins vanished, replaced by the primal fear of prey realizing they had just walked into a tiger's cage.
"What the... shoot him!" the leader screamed, dropping the saw and reaching for a heavy revolver at his hip.
Arthur’s eyes narrowed. He kicked the discarded diamond-blade saw on the floor, popping it into the air, and struck it with a spinning roundhouse kick. The heavy machinery flew across the hallway like a cannonball, slamming directly into the chest of the thug drawing his gun. The man flew backward, pinned against the wall, utterly incapacitated.
Arthur closed the distance to the bald leader before the man could even unholster his revolver.
Arthur’s hand shot out, gripping the leader’s throat with vice-like, superhuman strength. He lifted the two-hundred-pound man off his feet, slamming him against the reinforced door of the server room.
"Let's have a chat," Arthur whispered, his eyes glowing with that terrifying golden light. "Richard Sterling sent you. How much did he pay?"
"G-Go to hell!" the leader choked out, spitting blood onto Arthur's lapel.
Arthur looked at the blood on his new super-150s wool suit. His expression darkened. "That was a five-thousand-dollar jacket."
Arthur tightened his grip, applying precise pressure to the man's carotid artery. The leader’s eyes bulged in pure panic as his brain was starved of oxygen.
"One million!" the leader gasped out, kicking his legs wildly. "He paid the Vipers a million to smash the servers and force the girl to sign a paper! Please! Man, please!"
"A million dollars," Arthur mused, dropping the man to the floor. The thug collapsed in a heap, coughing violently. "Richard Sterling vastly underestimated my net worth. And my patience."
Arthur knelt beside the trembling gang leader. "You’re going to deliver a message for me."
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