The Ultimate Power

Chapter 7

However, his grin vanished instantly when he saw several burly men in black outside his door.

“What the hell—?! Who the fuck are you?!” He paled.

“You can call me ... Mr Judgement,” Logan sneered coldly.

Then he raised his leg and kicked Liam hard, sending him sprawling backward into the room.

Behind him, Kane waved his hand, and in a flash, the seven bodyguards charged in and quickly subdued Liam, whose butt was exposed to the air.

“The end of the world isn’t here yet! What the hell are you judging? Do you know who I am?! I’m Liam Hayes of Rhine Corporation! Offending me will be the last thing you ever do!”

Liam snarled in panic.

“I don’t care about the end of the world for others—but your world ending? That’s my business. And of course, I know who you are. Liam Hayes of Rhine Corporation — I came here exactly for you.”

Logan stepped into the room with his silver mask gleaming beneath the golden light.

He had deliberately turned the voice changer down several levels.

And obviously, Liam didn’t recognize him.

“What the hell do you want?! This is illegal trespassing!”

Liam was sweating bullets.

Facing these men with unknown intentions, his bravado started to crumble.

If he weren’t relying on his status as a Rhine Corporation executive, he would’ve already wet his pants.

Oh, no, well ... his pants weren’t on!

Logan dragged a chair across the floor, sat down elegantly opposite Liam, and took out a piece of paper.

“Illegal trespassing? Isn’t that your specialty?”

Logan sneered and began reading from the sheet.

“Liam Hayes, 33. Enjoys underground parties, drugs, gambling, and wife-swapping games.”

“On March 6th, you deceived your subordinate John Wales into bringing his wife, Amby Swan, to an underground party under the guise of giving him a raise, only to rape her.”

"On May 14th, pretending to lend money for a medical emergency, you met your 19-year-old cousin, Lyra Brown, at Roland Racetrack and forced her into having sex in the car."

"On July 22nd, at a masquerade ball, you got the wife of the President of the Spring Song Foundation drunk and assaulted her while she was unconscious."

Logan listed off several women Liam had victimized—names, dates, locations, photos, testimonies—every detail accounted for.

Liam trembled with fear.

How did this masked man know such secret details?

Even a top prosecutor wouldn’t find all these out, yet this guy before him had everything?!

“You’re framing me! That’s slander!” Liam tried to deny it all. “What proof do you even have?"

“Refusing to admit it? Well, doesn’t matter. Whether you admit it or not, it makes no difference.”

Logan raised a finger, and thousands of pictures and videos flickered across the gigantic screen in the room, all solid evidence of the crime Liam had committed so far.

Eyes popping out in horror, Liam instantly knew his darkest secrets were exposed.

Sweat streamed down his face as he pleaded, “No, no, please… let’s talk this out…”

“What do you want from me?” Liam asked, his voice cracking.

Logan tilted his head with a smirk. “Let’s play a little game.”

Liam blinked, confused. “W-What?”

“Truth... or punishment,” Logan said, dragging the chair closer to Liam.

“Answer, but be careful,” saying so, Logan pulled out a tablet and placed it before Liam.

One glance—and Liam broke out into a cold sweat.

The tablet contained a complete list of all his assets, even down to his bank balances.

He couldn’t believe his eyes—who the fuck was this masked man to know so much?!

“Maybe I’ll consider letting you leave with your tongue still in your mouth,” Logan continued with a smile, “however, if I don’t like what I hear, I’ll take one of your assets and give you a slap in return.”

“Got it?”

Liam, feeling helpless, nodded frantically.

Logan’s voice was razor-sharp as he launched the first question.

“How many underages have you blackmailed into bed?”

Liam choked, then stammered, "Ni… ni… ninety… s-se-seven…"