2025-03-20 19:49:28Trevor felt his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation of being smacked around by those thugs still burned inside him, and now was his best chance to redeem himself. With shaky fingers, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialled his father. The moment the call connected, he launched into a rushed explanation of everything that had happened.
“Dad, you won’t believe what just happened! I was at the Thornton family’s house, and these thugs from the Brown Gang barged in demanding money! They even tried to take Beverly! But then I was able to—”
Trevor’s father, Richard Johnson, cut him off with a sharp growl. “Shut up, Trevor! Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?!”
Trevor flinched at the sheer fury in his father’s voice. “W-What? Dad, I was trying to help!”
“Help?! You absolute idiot!” Richard’s voice was shaking with anger. “Do you even know who you were dealing with?! Those weren’t just regular Brown Gang members—those were Iron Hand’s men!”
Trevor swallowed hard. He had heard of Iron Hand before—a ruthless lieutenant under Wilson Brown, known for his brutal ways. “Iron Hand?” he echoed weakly.
Richard let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, and things are worse than you think. Iron Hand has been rebelling against Wilson. He’s already joined forces with Mad Tiger.”
Trevor’s breath hitched. Mad Tiger. That name alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.
“Mad Tiger?” Trevor whispered. “The one even… even Marina couldn’t defeat?”
“That’s right,” Richard confirmed darkly. “And if Mad Tiger has taken an interest in Beverly, then there’s no saving her. No one dares cross him.”
Trevor’s legs trembled so badly that he had to grip the table to keep from collapsing.
He was doomed.
They were all doomed.
But he couldn’t let anyone see his fear. Gritting his teeth, he forced his voice to stay steady. “I… I have to take care of something,” he said hurriedly into the phone before hanging up.
Margaret, who had been eavesdropping, immediately stepped forward, eyes filled with concern. “Trevor, what happened? Where are you going?”
Trevor forced a smile, trying to keep up appearances. “Don’t worry,” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m going to deal with the danger to Beverly.”
Margaret’s lips curled into a smirk, and she let out a mocking laugh. “Hah! See? That’s why Trevor is the better choice! Unlike that useless Davion!”
Everyone turned to look at Davion—except he was nowhere to be seen.
Margaret’s smirk instantly turned into a scowl. “Where is he?” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Beverly frowned, scanning the room. “He… he left?” she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Trevor scoffed, feeling a little less pathetic now that Davion had seemingly run away. “Tch. Typical. He must’ve realized how bad things are and ran off like a coward.”
Margaret nodded in agreement. “Spineless, such a spineless frog. I knew he wasn’t worth anything.”
Only Wesley remained quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at the door. “No… I don’t think Davion would run away like that,” he muttered.
Margaret smacked her lips together and turned to face Wesley, “That was the bastard for her daughter; he ran away like a dog.”
Wesley bowed his head, and he felt his cheeks flush, “no, I know he won't do that; it's not like him.”
But no one paid him any attention.
What the others didn’t know was that Davion had left while Trevor was still making his phone call. He had sharp hearing—sharper than most people realized. He had overheard everything Trevor’s father had said, and now he needed to act fast.
As soon as he stepped outside, he pulled out his phone and dialled Wilson Brown’s number.
The line rang twice before Wilson picked up. “What can I do for you, Davion?” Wilson’s voice was gruff, impatient.
Davion didn’t waste time. “I just ran into some of your men,” he said. “Except they weren’t exactly following your orders.”
There was a long silence before Wilson let out a sharp breath. “Iron Hand.”
Davion’s expression didn’t change. “So it’s true. He’s really rebelling against you.”
“That bastard…” Wilson growled. “I should’ve seen this coming.”
“It’s worse than that,” Davion continued. “Iron Hand isn’t alone. He’s already working with Mad Tiger.”
The phone line went dead silent. Then, Wilson cursed violently.
“Mad Tiger?! That lunatic?! You’re telling me Iron Hand actually joined forces with him?!”
“That’s right,” Davion said. “And it seems Mad Tiger has set his sights on Beverly.”
Wilson let out a string of curses. “Damn it! If Mad Tiger wants something, no one can stop him! Not even me!”
Davion’s voice remained calm. “Then you don’t have to. I’ll handle Mad Tiger. You just deal with Iron Hand.”
Wilson’s laughter burst through the phone, filled with disbelief. “You?! Take on Mad Tiger? Davion, do you even know what you’re saying? Even Irene, the so-called ‘Warrior Goddess,’ couldn’t beat him.”
“I’m not Irene.”
Wilson paused. There was something in Davion’s tone—something steady and it was something unshakable.
“…You’re serious,” Wilson finally said.
“Give me Mad Tiger’s location immediately,” Davion ordered. “I’ll deal with him in thirty minutes.”
Wilson let out a slow whistle. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Fine. I’ll send you the location now. But if you end up dead, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Davion hung up. His phone buzzed a second later with a message—an address on the outskirts of the city.
He cracked his knuckles, exhaling slowly.
“Mad Tiger, huh?” he muttered to himself, eyes dark with determination.
Looks like it was time to hunt.
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The entire station trembled.A deep mechanical vibration rolled through the walls and floors as massive systems buried inside the structure began to awaken. The sound was low and powerful, like a giant machine slowly stretching after a long sleep.Inside the control chamber, warning lights flickered across every console.Wilson stared at the screen in front of him, his face draining of color.“Oh no,” he whispered.Davion stepped closer. “What happened?”Wilson’s fingers hovered over the controls as lines of red warning text flooded his tablet.“The station just switched to defense protocol,” he said. “Your father didn’t just build a transmitter.”Davion’s father stood across the chamber, watching them with calm interest.Wilson turned the tablet toward the others.“He built an orbital strike platform.”Beverly’s eyes widened.The giant windows of the control chamber looked out toward the planet below, and now they could see the massive weapon arms mounted along the station slowly rot
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The drones activated all at once.Red lights ignited across their metallic bodies as they rose from the floor panels like a swarm of steel predators. Their eyes flickered to life, scanning the room for targets, and within seconds every weapon barrel rotated toward Davion and his team.The silence in the chamber shattered.“Here they come!” Wilson shouted as he backed against the wall, clutching his tablet like it might somehow protect him.The first drone fired.A bright pulse of energy streaked across the room, slamming into the floor where Davion had been standing a split second earlier. Sparks exploded across the metal surface as Davion dove sideways and rolled to his feet.“Spread out!” Beverly yelled.More drones lifted into the air.Their mechanical wings unfolded with sharp metallic snaps as they hovered above the chamber floor.Reika moved first.She dashed forward like a shadow, her blade flashing under the bright lights of the control room. One drone swooped down toward her,
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The hatch opened with a low metallic hiss.Cold air from the station rushed into the shuttle, carrying a sterile scent that reminded Beverly of hospitals and laboratories. The interior lights of the docking bay flickered softly, casting long shadows across the massive chamber.For a moment, no one moved.Davion was the first to step forward.His boots touched the metal floor with a dull echo that seemed to travel endlessly through the empty structure.Behind him, Beverly followed carefully, scanning the surrounding walls and corridors with sharp, alert eyes. Reika stepped out next, already holding the handle of her blade, her posture relaxed but ready for a fight.Wilson came out last, looking around with visible nervousness.“I just want to say,” he muttered, glancing at the enormous mechanical doors sealing the docking bay behind them, “this place looks exactly like the kind of place where people die in movies.”Reika smirked slightly.“Stay close then.”The docking bay stretched wi
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The Atlas-9 shuttle drifted silently in orbit.For the first time since the rocket launched, the violent shaking had stopped. The engines had powered down, leaving only the soft hum of the onboard systems and the distant glow of Earth filling the cockpit window.Below them, the planet looked impossibly peaceful.Blue oceans stretched across half the horizon, white clouds drifting slowly across continents that looked small and fragile from this height. Cities glittered faintly on the night side of the world like scattered stars.But ahead of them—The satellite station floated like a dark crown above the planet.Massive mechanical arms stretched outward from its central core, each one lined with weapons powerful enough to scar entire regions of Earth if fired. Panels unfolded slowly across its surface as the structure powered up, glowing faintly with blue energy.Wilson stared through the window with wide eyes.“That thing is bigger than I thought.”Beverly leaned closer to the console
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The drones fired at the exact same moment.Two brilliant beams of blue energy tore through the thin upper atmosphere, streaking toward the Atlas-9 shuttle from opposite sides like lightning spears.Inside the cockpit, warning alarms screamed.Wilson’s hands hovered over the console helplessly as the targeting alerts flashed red across every screen.“Okay, okay, okay—this is extremely bad!” he shouted, his voice rising with panic.Beverly gripped the navigation panel tightly, her eyes darting across the radar as the beams closed in.“They’ve calculated our trajectory perfectly,” she said quickly, her voice tense but controlled. “If we keep flying straight, both beams intersect exactly where we are.”Reika leaned slightly forward in her seat, watching the approaching lights through the side window.“So we don’t fly straight.”Davion’s hands tightened around the manual control stick.His father had predicted everything.The satellite.The drones.Even this interception.But Davion had le
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The rocket did not rise gently.It exploded upward.The engines roared with a sound so powerful it felt like the air itself was tearing apart beneath them, and the entire Atlas-9 shuttle shook violently as fire and pressure forced it off the launch pad and into the night sky.Inside the cockpit, every bone in Davion’s body felt like it was being crushed into the seat.Gravity pushed against his chest so hard it felt difficult to breathe.Wilson gasped. “Oh—this is—so much worse than I imagined!”Reika gripped the armrests, though her expression remained strangely calm despite the violent shaking around them.“Relax,” she said through clenched teeth. “We’re still alive.”Beverly didn’t respond immediately.Her eyes were locked on the navigation screen glowing in front of her.Altitude numbers were climbing rapidly.1 kilometer.3 kilometers.7 kilometers.The city lights below them were already shrinking into distant patterns of gold and white.Davion stared out of the small window bes
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