2025-05-14 15:46:04“Sorry, wrong. It’s a hundred and ninety seven.”
SLAP! One of the Shadow Guards immediately slapped Liam hard across the face. Meanwhile, Logan snapped his fingers and tapped a few times, then turned it toward Liam. “Your private yacht. Now belongs to me!”“NO! That is mine! MINE!” Liam roared in frustration.
That was his favorite yacht — and the most expensive one!
How could he let someone else take it away?
But ... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three slaps came one after another, making his head ring loudly.
Liam helplessly sobbed in pain.
The private yacht was worth $5 million ... and he had only bought it last month. Now gone!
His heart was bleeding.
Before he could drop to his knees and beg any further, Logan had already moved on to his next question. “Who is the last woman you slep with and what did you do to her next?” “Anna Kreel, my best friend’s youngest daughter,” Liam blurted. “She threatened to go to the press—I fucked her to death. And faked her death.” “I promise I’m telling the truth this time. You can’t punish m—” However... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Another five slaps landed on Liam’s face—the last one so brutal two teeth flew out of his mouth. “U...un...unfair! Didn’t I say the truth?” Liam yelled in pain, protesting. “You know what? You’re a real devil! That poor girl was only fourteen.” Logan said coldly, his voice full of disdain. And with another tap on the tablet. “Your penthouse in Elleville's East Ridge. Gone!”Hearing this, Liam felt as if a chunk of his heart had been ripped out of his chest — that was his!
Damn robbers!
But he didn’t dare shout again.
“Who is your next prey?”
Ignoring Liam's sour expression, Logan quickly moved to the next question.
Liam hesitated. Reluctantly, he replied, “Charlotte Sullivan—both her grandmother and mother wanted me to take her. It’s a deal, I promise I did nothing wrong! At least, not yet!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By now, Liam’s face was swollen beyond recognition. He clutched his swollen face in despair. He finally understood the rules: no matter what he said, whether truth or not, he would get slapped, and one of his most precious and valuable assets taken. Logan rose to his feet, towering over Liam with a cold fury. “Well, well ... You’re not just a disgrace to business—you’re a total blight on humanity!” Another tap. “Your offshore accounts in the Caymans. Seized!” Each answer was equally disgusting—enough to make anyone sick with outrage. The room reeked of disgrace—heavy with the stench of unspeakable acts that seemed to cling to the very air. With each disgusting answer, Logan stripped Liam of another asset—his stake in three major corporations, his antique car collection, his private golf estate, his ownership of several patents. One by one, Liam’s empire crumbled before him! By the end of it, Liam was trembling and sprawled on the floor, with his face bleeding.Like a dragon robbed of its treasure, Liam couldn't help but burst into tears.
“P-Please… mercy…don't...take them away,” Liam whimpered, still desperately trying to cling to his possessions.Meanwhile, Logan chuckled slightly, his mood wasn't bad.
For trash like Liam, there were three things that mattered more than life itself: fortune, power and status, and women.
And Liam deserved losing them all and go to hell!
Yet for now, Logan had only taken away Liam's fortune...oh yeah, ... and taught him a small lesson.
Wasn't he already very forgiving?
Curling up his lips, Logan sneered, “Liam, burn this into your skull—there are people beyond your ability to offend.” Without another glance at Liam, Logan stood and left with his bodyguards following like shadows. Liam collapsed, sobbing on the blood-smeared carpet of Room 238. Logan didn’t let his men finish Liam off directly. After personally interrogating Liam, he felt that killing this scum would only dirty his own hands—and let Liam off too easily. Liam deserved to suffer more, slowly, and painfully! Outside the hotel, Logan signalled Kane, and within seconds, all the Shadow Guards dispersed. Logan removed his mask, returning to his regular self. The shift in identities was oddly satisfying. Logan left the hotel and headed to the hospital ward where Charlotte was with Chloe, carrying a paper bag with warm milk and Charlotte's favorite snacks. “Logan?” Seeing Logan entering the ward, Charlotte echoed. She looked tired. “Brought you some milk and snacks.” Logan knelt beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of both of you now.” He guided Charlotte to sit back, offering her the cup of warm milk. In front of enemies, Logan was a fearsome demon. But in front of Charlotte, he would always be the gentle man who loved her deeply. Maybe he’d be looked down upon by the Sullivans—but as long as he had Charlotte, nothing else mattered. “Oh, Logan, you’re so sweet.” Charlotte took a warm sip and dropped into the chair, watching as Logan took charge—adjusting Chloe’s blanket, checking her IV, and settling into the chair beside the bed. Meanwhile, back in Room 238 of the Grand Bellaria Hotel, Liam Hayes lay motionless, stirring only faintly.
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The room stayed silent long after Logan’s words settled.Not because there was nothing to say—but because anything said now felt smaller than what had just been uncovered.The investigator finally broke the silence.“So what you’re suggesting is… this isn’t finished.”Logan didn’t look away from the dark screen.“It’s just been redirected.”Charlotte crossed her arms tightly.“Redirected toward what?”Logan paused for a moment before answering.“Toward the next layer.”Victor let out a faint, humorless breath.“You still think in layers,” he said quietly.Logan turned slightly toward him.“Explain.”Victor stepped forward slowly, as if every movement now cost him something.“You keep assuming there’s a hierarchy you can map cleanly.”A pause.“There isn’t.”The investigator frowned.“Then what is it?”Victor looked at the screen again.“What I saw… wasn’t a structure built to control governments.”He hesitated.“It was built to survive exposure.”That statement landed differently.Hea
Chapter 631
The silence that followed Victor’s final words felt different from everything that had come before it.Not tense.Not hostile.Heavy—like something unseen had just entered the room and settled between them.Logan didn’t take the drive immediately.His eyes stayed fixed on it, as if weighing something beyond its physical presence.The tactical officers remained motionless, waiting for instruction that hadn’t come yet.Even the investigator, usually quick to act, hesitated.Charlotte’s voice broke the silence softly from the edge of the room.“Logan…”He didn’t turn to her.Not yet.Victor held the drive steady, his arm unmoving.For the first time, there was no arrogance in his posture. No performance. No manipulation.Only exhaustion.And certainty.“Open it,” Victor said quietly.Logan finally reached out and took the device.The moment it left Victor’s hand, the room seemed to tighten again.The investigator stepped forward immediately.“Sir, we should scan it first—”Logan raised a
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The room fell into absolute silence after Victor’s words.Even the rain outside seemed quieter.The tactical officers exchanged uncertain glances, sensing that the confrontation had suddenly shifted into something deeper than an arrest operation.Logan stood motionless.His expression remained controlled, but Victor noticed the subtle change in his eyes.Recognition.Not confusion.Recognition.The investigator looked between both men.“What is he talking about?” he demanded.Victor ignored him completely.His attention stayed fixed on Logan.“You really never figured it out?” Victor asked quietly.Logan finally spoke.“Careful, Victor.”Victor smiled faintly.“That’s interesting,” he muttered.“You didn’t deny it.”The tension thickened.The investigator stepped forward again.“This conversation is over. You’re under arrest for conspiracy against the nation, institutional corruption, and—”Victor cut him off sharply.“You still think this started with me?”The investigator’s jaw tigh
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Rain began to fall lightly across the city as the containment units moved into position.Dark vehicles slid through empty streets with precision. Communication channels remained tightly encrypted. No public alerts were issued.This operation was being handled quietly.Carefully.Because everyone involved understood one thing:Victor Sullivan was desperate now.And desperate men were unpredictable.Inside the lead tactical vehicle, Logan sat silently while intelligence updates flowed across the screen before him.The signal from Victor’s location had stabilized briefly before fragmenting again.But it was enough.Enough to narrow the zone.Enough to move.The investigator sat opposite him reviewing the live feed.“We’ve confirmed movement inside the structure,” he said.“Thermal signatures indicate at least two individuals.”Logan nodded once.“No heavy external security?”The investigator shook his head.“None detected.”Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly.“That means he wants us inside.”
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Victor didn’t sleep that night.He didn’t even try.Instead, he moved through the abandoned structure like someone assembling a final version of himself—stripped of hesitation, stripped of caution, leaving only intent.On the table in front of him, multiple devices were laid out. Some were old. Some newly acquired through channels that no longer officially existed.Each one represented a fragment of what remained of his influence.What he still had access to.And what he still believed he could use.The news played faintly in the background.Logan Brooks was now being praised across multiple nations. Security analysts, military experts, and even political commentators were calling the dismantling of the conspiracy “historic.”Victor didn’t turn it off.He listened to every word.Not because he agreed.But because he needed to understand how deeply he had lost control of the narrative.On the screen, Logan’s face appeared briefly during a press briefing.Calm. Controlled. Unshaken.Vic
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Dawn broke over the nation under an atmosphere unlike anything people had ever witnessed before.The streets were still active, but the mood had changed completely overnight. News vans crowded government buildings. Citizens gathered in markets, restaurants, offices, and homes, all staring at their screens in disbelief.Names that once carried influence and authority were now being associated with corruption, manipulation, and conspiracy.And at the center of every discussion was one name:Logan Brooks.The Iron Hand.Inside the mansion, the operations center remained active despite the successful exposure of the hidden network.Analysts continued monitoring arrests, intelligence sweeps, and institutional reactions.The operation was not over yet.It had only shifted phases.Charlotte stood quietly beside Logan, watching another list of confirmed arrests appear on the screen.“So many people…” she whispered.Logan’s expression remained unreadable.“Yes.”Charlotte slowly turned toward
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