2025-10-06 02:01:21"What's up? After becoming so powerful, you've forgotten about me?" the old voice chuckled softly, devoid of mockery.
It was the old prisoner in the same cell as him. Despite being once gloomy and difficult to talk to, this old prisoner had been fairly kind to him. Thus, Tyson harbored no hatred.
Yet, what he had just seen in this old prisoner's memories truly stunned him. Indeed, there was no human without significant secrets.
"I don't think so," Tyson replied. "It's just that my mind has been a bit elsewhere."
"You've suddenly changed, like you've been reborn, attracting many eyes," remarked another inmate.
Only then did Tyson look around, indeed, he was being observed with various gazes, but he didn't mind.
He sat calmly and finished his meal, overhearing the conversations among those at his table. His mind was elsewhere, especially on what he had just glimpsed through the old prisoner's memories.
He had made a decision: if he wanted to get out of this place sooner, he needed to find someone powerful to assist him. And to secure that help, he required a bargaining tool of equal value.
Thus, the secret he had just uncovered seemed perfectly suited for that purpose.
Throughout that day and the days that followed, Tyson rarely left the old prisoner's side, gathering information discreetly. In his heart, he silently apologized to the old prisoner.
Feeling sufficiently prepared, he went to meet the chief guard.
Upon seeing Tyson, the civilian head's expression of happiness immediately turned sour. Last time, because of Tyson's actions, the Big Boss had cut this month's pay.
As a lover of money, how could he be happy seeing the cause of his diminished earnings? Not to mention, Tyson hadn't benefited him in the slightest.
"Why are you here?" the chief guard asked, not even inviting Tyson to sit down.
Tyson didn't care about his attitude. He sat on the couch, running his fingers across the table's surface as if inspecting dust, and said, "Sit down first, this is something important."
The chief guard clicked his tongue at his demeanor but didn't want to provoke him. Over the past few days, he had heard stories of Tyson, the coward reborn, stirring rebellion everywhere.
"Alright, say what you want then. Oh, most importantly... do you have money?"
Tyson's eyes showed disgust, and a smirk of annoyance flashed across the chief guard's face.
Calmly, he replied, "No."
"In that case, forget about discussing anything important with me," the chief guard began to move away, but Tyson's hand quickly gripped his shoulder.
Without uttering a word, just the stare from Tyson sent shivers down the chief guard's spine. He involuntarily swallowed his spit.
"W-What... What are you going to do? Don't forget, I am the ruler around here."
"I know," Tyson responded nonchalantly, knowing better than to provoke the chief guard.
Tyson withdrew his hand from the chief guard's shoulder, reclining comfortably. His gaze shifted to various directions—sometimes probing, sometimes displaying disdain, and occasionally showing condescension.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Actually, I just want your help."
"If there's money involved..." The chief guard clamped his mouth shut tightly after another sharp glare from Tyson. He cursed inwardly, who said this man was a coward? Clearly, he was venomous!
Reluctantly, he revised his words, "Alright, tell me what you want, but I can't promise to help if it hurts me."
"Don't worry, this won't hurt you," Tyson assured him.
Once sure the chief guard was listening, Tyson disclosed his main objective, "I want you to contact the commissioner general and tell him I want to discuss something important."
"Are you out of your mind? Who do you think that the commissioner general would spare time to talk to you?" The chief guard sneered, "Besides, I don't have the authority to speak directly with him."
"If that's the case, ask for help from Mr. Derek, he should be able to contact the commissioner general, right?"
"How... How do you know?" The chief guard's expression turned startled. Mr. Derek was his uncle, and not many people knew that. Yet, Tyson knew, which was quite surprising.
Instead of answering truthfully, Tyson casually remarked, "Don't forget that I am a member of the De Leon family."
The De Leon family was not just wealthy but also wielded power in the city of Pueblo.
Ah, the chief guard finally remembered. Tyson wasn't just any coward, he was the youngest son of the De Leon family patriarch. He had almost forgotten this fact because, in two years of imprisonment, not a single member of the De Leon family had come to visit Tyson.
In truth, if they wanted to, Tyson could easily be set free. Unfortunately, the chief guard also knew another significant secret.
"What do you want to tell the commissioner general? I need to hear it before making a decision."
"This concerns the search for the leader of the Vortex Cartel-"
Tyson stated it briefly and left it somewhat hanging.
After hearing Tyson's words, the chief guard furrowed his brows deeply. He had heard of this case before, but knew little about it because it was highly classified.
If even he didn't know much about it, how could Tyson explain how he knew?
"Don't talk nonsense, you-"
"This is my business with the commissioner general, you just need to convey it," the chief guard's words were cut off by Tyson.
"If what I say is true, wouldn't this also affect your promotion? Mr. Jorge, haven't you longed for a promotion?"
The chief guard stared at him for a moment before finally giving in. He was tempted by the promise of the promotion he had long desired. Although he made quite a bit of money in this prison, it didn't fulfill his self-esteem and ambitions.
"Fine, I'll do it, but I can't promise the outcome," he conceded.
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Tyson walked leisurely down the long, quiet corridor.His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow. As if nothing in this world could truly disturb his rhythm. The dim lights reflected faintly on the floor, following his calm-moving shadow until he finally stopped at the end of the corridor.The balcony’s glass door opened with a light push.The night air greeted him immediately. The city in the distance shimmered with lights that looked far away, like another world that had nothing to do with this place.Tyson leaned against the balcony railing.His hand pulled out a cigarette, the movement automatic, almost without thought. A small flame lit up, then went out as the tip of the cigarette began to glow.He took a deep breath.A thin stream of smoke slowly left his lips, blending into the darkness of the night.At some point, this habit had begun to feel too frequent. Not a necessity, not a full dependence either. More like something that appeared unconsciously.A few seconds passed in
Chapter 180
Before Slyvn could react, Nick turned to the staff member first and asked, “How long?”“Seconds, sometimes a minute. Then it goes back to normal,” the staff replied. “But… it happens again at another table. Like it’s moving.”The error didn’t stay in one place. That was what made it more unsettling. If the system crashed completely, they could shut down the floor and call it maintenance. But random errors that appeared and disappeared created something far more dangerous because it gave the impression that the casino wasn’t stable.Slyvn stood, trying to remain calm. He straightened himself and asked, “Who saw it?”“Two VIP players have already complained. They said their credit numbers dropped on their own before returning. We refunded them and apologized, but—”“But they’ve already told other people,” Slyvn cut in coldly.The staff member didn’t answer.On the floor below, small chaos was already beginning to take shape. Dealers were calling supervisors. Supervisors were calling tec
Chapter 179
The rumor did not stop at the point Tyson set; it did not walk, it ran and grew faster.On the first day, the whispers still sounded like exclusive conversations among people who felt they were inside the circle. By the second day, it had turned into a wild current that could no longer be traced to its source.In the private lounges of luxury hotels, on private jets, at restaurant tables that only accepted reservations with codes, the name Grande began to be mentioned in a different tone.Not anger, not panic, worse than that was doubt.“That casino holding payouts is Grande, right?”“That’s what I heard.”“I don’t care about rumors. But I’m not putting eight digits on a table that makes me wait.”The sentences were short and rational. They even sounded reasonable. No one felt like they were spreading rumors. They felt like they were making smart financial decisions.And that was enough to destroy any foundation.Within two days, the visitation pattern changed drastically.VIP tables
Chapter 178
Slyvn most likely saw this as his only window of opportunity. In the casino, in his own territory, after a conversation that had clearly ended badly. He didn’t know when Tyson would appear within reachable distance again.Men like Slyvn don’t like uncertainty.So he bought certainty.Paid someone. Turned an accident into a weapon. If it worked, it was just traffic news. If it failed at least he had tried.Cain lifted his head.“If this is true, he just declared war.”Tyson leaned back in his chair.“No,” he said quietly. “He just admitted he’s afraid.”That was worse, and the room fell silent again.Cain stared at Tyson longer now. Something had shifted in the way he saw the man, not just as someone protected by Aelius, but as the gravitational center of the conflict to come.“What’s your move?” Cain asked finally.His tone no longer tried to restrain anything. He had accepted the storm couldn’t be prevented. Now all that remained was choosing where to stand.Tyson’s gaze hardened sli
Chapter 177
Chapter 177 The truck did not slow down. The red light reflected on its windshield like a smear of blood. In the next fraction of a second, the world felt like it was moving too fast and too slow at the same time.A sedan from the right lane had just entered the intersection when the truck slammed into its side.The sound of impact didn’t sound like ordinary metal. It was a tear. Steel folded inward, glass exploded into a rain of crystals, and the car lifted halfway off the ground before being violently spun by the momentum.Inside Tyson’s car, time seemed to stop.Anna gripped Tyson’s wrist so hard her nails dug into his skin. Her breathing was ragged and her body frozen, eyes locked onto the crash as if she couldn’t blink.Tyson didn’t pull his hand away. He didn’t even look at the wrist that throbbed with pain. His focus stayed forward, on the point of impact that should have been their position a few seconds earlier.They had just escaped death.Several seconds passed in silence
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Slyvn remained seated after the door closed. The first second felt empty. The second felt too long.By the third second, something he rarely admitted even to himself crept upward a thin panic, cold, like needles under the skin.The room felt narrower without Tyson’s presence. The man’s last words still hung in the air, as if refusing to disappear.Slyvn realized his jaw had hardened. His fingers tapped the arm of the sofa once, twice, then stopped.The panic quickly reshaped itself into irritation.His expression darkened.“Bastard,” he muttered quietly.He stood abruptly, his steps short but sharp as he turned toward the door. In his head, a map of possibilities was already moving fast.Tyson was not the type to threaten loudly. People like that didn’t need to shout. They simply moved, and when they moved, everyone else had to run.Slyvn dragged a hand roughly across his face.“I have to close this before he opens everything,” he said quietly, more to himself. “Even if it costs one ex
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