Chapter 40
Author: J V
last update2026-10-31 20:48:58

​The thick smell of copper, ozone, and plaster dust hung heavy in the vast warehouse, drowning out the damp scent of the storm outside. On the blood-smeared concrete, the shattered remains of the three foreign mercenaries lay completely still beside the fractured pillars.

​Behind the rusted industrial shipping container on the raised loading dock, Scar-Face Tiger was hyperventilating so hard his vision tunneled into black pinpricks. The horrific sound of bones snapping like dry twigs still echo
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  • Chapter 41

    ​The damp air in the underground corridor smelled of stagnant canal water, mold, and dried copper. Low-wattage lightbulbs encased in wire cages hung along the arched brick ceiling, casting sickly yellow shadows across the wet stone steps.​Elijah walked with steady, unhurried strides down the subterranean corridor, his gloved right hand casually gripping Scar-Face Tiger by his greasy hair. Behind him, Tiger’s broken legs dragged along the uneven stone floor, leaving two dark streaks of blood and grime in the dirt.​"Please... please, Lord..." Tiger wheezed in a voice that had been stripped completely raw by screaming. His face was gray, swollen with cold sweat and tears, his teeth chattering against each other with pure, helpless terror. "The key... the keycard is in my left pocket... please stop dragging me..."​Elijah did not even look down at the ruined thug. When they reached the end of the corridor, a heavy, reinforced steel bulkhead door stood in their path, sealed shut with a m

  • Chapter 40

    ​The thick smell of copper, ozone, and plaster dust hung heavy in the vast warehouse, drowning out the damp scent of the storm outside. On the blood-smeared concrete, the shattered remains of the three foreign mercenaries lay completely still beside the fractured pillars.​Behind the rusted industrial shipping container on the raised loading dock, Scar-Face Tiger was hyperventilating so hard his vision tunneled into black pinpricks. The horrific sound of bones snapping like dry twigs still echoed between his ears, vibrating right down into the marrow of his spine.​Beside him, the four remaining inner-circle bodyguards—men handpicked for their cold-blooded ruthlessness—were trembling so violently that the tactical shotguns in their hands clattered continuously against their belt buckles.​"B-Boss..." one guard whimpered, his teeth knocking together like dice in a cup. "Kru is dead... his chest was caved in with one palm... he didn't even use a knife..."​"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, sh

  • Chapter 39

    ​The multi-ton metal doors flew twenty feet through the air like discarded sheets of cardboard, crashing into a stack of wooden pallets with a deafening, splintering roar! Dust and rainwater billowed into the cavernous hall like a tidal wave. ​Through the drifting mist, the lone figure in the long black coat strode calmly into the hall. ​Elijah’s footsteps were quiet, measured, and completely devoid of hurry. His sleek overcoat fluttered gently around his legs, entirely dry despite the torrential downpour outside. The obsidian phantom mask completely concealed his face, but through the sharp eye slits, those glowing, golden draconic pupils burned with an ancient, terrifying majesty that made the yellow halogen lights overhead buzz and flicker in protest! ​Scar-Face Tiger let out a choked shriek, instantly scrambling behind the concrete loading dock, hiding behind a metal container like a terrified rat. ​The three foreign mercenaries stood on the elevated platform, looking down at

  • Chapter 38

    ​The glass shards of the shattered whiskey tumbler lay scattered across the linoleum floor of the third-floor surveillance room, soaking in dark amber liquor. Scar-Face Tiger didn't even notice the sharp glass cutting into the soles of his boots. His massive, muscular frame was shivering violently beneath his leather vest, his eyes fixed in paralyzed terror upon the main courtyard monitor. ​Down below, the courtyard was a graveyard of broken weapons and groaning bodies. Forty of his roughest street brawlers, men who had chopped rival gangs into pieces with rusted machetes, were lying in the mud like discarded trash. ​And right there on the screen, stepping over the crumpled bodies with slow, steady strides, was the tall figure in the sleek black overcoat. The obsidian phantom mask stared straight through the camera lens, those two piercing, vertical golden eyes glowing through the downpour like twin suns from a forgotten era. ​"He's coming... he's coming up right now..." Tiger whee

  • Chapter 37

    ​The heavy rain pounded against the muddy earth like a relentless drum, splashing violently around Elijah’s boots. The broken eight-inch steel lock lay in the dirt, completely crushed into pieces, and the massive blast gates swung wide open into the stormy night.​Up in the two fortified guard towers flanking the main entrance, the snipers had completely lost their minds in panic!​"WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST DO?!" one of the tower guards screamed over the howling wind, his face drenched in cold sweat and rainwater. "He crushed the industrial lock with his bare hands! That’s solid alloy! Shoot him! SHOOT HIM NOW!!"​"DIE, YOU MONSTER!" the second sniper shrieked.​Without waiting another second, both guards raised their military-grade automatic rifles, leveled the barrels straight at the masked figure below, and pulled the triggers with all their might!​RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!​Deafening gunfire erupted into the storm, muzzle flashes lighting up the dark clouds like strobes of orang

  • Chapter 36

    In the underground armory of the manor, the fluorescent ceiling strips hummed with clinical white light. The walls were lined with racks of specialized ballistic equipment, high-grade communications gear, and rows of pristine weaponry. ​Standing in the center of the chamber, Elijah remained motionless, his arms resting naturally at his sides. ​Mia approached him with purposeful, steady footsteps, holding a sleek garment folded carefully over both arms. The playful, yapping girl who used to complain about trivial matters had completely vanished. Her expression was solemn and sharply focused, her dark eyes carrying the deep respect owed to an awakening monarch. ​"This is woven from micro-carbon Kevlar and liquid-armor polymers," Mia explained softly, unfolding the long coat. ​She stepped behind him, guiding his arms through the sleeves, and smoothed the fabric down his broad shoulders. The coat was a sleek, pitch-black overco

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