The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 47

The alarm in Ryan’s head had already gone off the moment the fallen metal hit the floor. He sensed danger even before the footsteps rushed into the old company room. He hid behind a large shelf, breathing slowly, forcing himself to stay calm.

The door creaked open.

A sharp beam of light cut through the darkness.

“Who is there?” a man’s voice barked. His tone was deep, harsh, and full of authority.

Ryan stayed silent.

The torchlight swung left… then right… then slowly toward the middle of the room. Ryan clenched his fists as the light passed dangerously close to where he crouched.

Suddenly, another figure walked in behind the first one.

This one wore a dark hoodie and a mask that covered his entire face. The only thing visible were his eyes—cold, calculating, and fixed on the darkness as if he could smell the intruder.

“Search everywhere,” the masked man ordered. “No one should be here at this hour.”

Ryan’s heart pounded. He had come here hoping to find something—anything—about the documents his father left behind. But he didn’t expect anyone to be guarding the place, especially this late at night. Something wasn’t right. Too many things didn’t add up.

The first guard continued scanning with the flashlight, but the masked man acted differently. He moved slowly… quietly… like someone who expected trouble.

Then he turned his head sharply.

Ryan froze as the man’s eyes locked onto his hiding spot.

“Come out,” the masked man said. His voice was low but carried a dangerous calm. “I know you are there.”

Ryan didn’t move.

“Fine,” the man muttered. “We will do it the hard way.”

He raised a gun.

The guard stepped back in fear. “Sir—should we call the others?”

“No,” the masked man snapped. “This one is mine.”

He cocked the gun.

Ryan knew he didn’t have much time. Staying hidden wasn’t an option anymore. Without thinking twice, he rolled out from behind the shelf, grabbing a broken wooden plank from the floor. The masked man fired, but Ryan slid behind another cabinet just in time.

The bullet hit the wall with a loud crack.

The guard panicked. “Sir, I think we should—”

Before he could finish, Ryan leaped from his hiding spot and struck him with the wooden plank. The guard fell to the ground, unconscious.

The masked man turned sharply. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Ryan threw the plank aside and charged at him. Their bodies collided heavily, both stumbling to the floor. The gun slid across the room.

Ryan punched him in the ribs, but the man barely flinched. His strength was shocking—far beyond a normal guard. He fought like someone trained, someone who knew exactly how to hurt without wasting energy.

The masked man grabbed Ryan by the collar and slammed him against a filing cabinet. Pain shot through Ryan’s back. He gasped but refused to fall.

“I warned you,” the man growled.

Ryan lifted his knee and struck the man’s stomach, forcing him to release his grip. They clashed again, fists flying, their breaths harsh in the silence of the abandoned company building.

A sharp pain hit Ryan’s shoulder—the masked man had cut him with a small knife he pulled from his pocket.

Ryan staggered back.

The man’s voice was cold. “You should have stayed out of this. Your father made the same mistake.”

Ryan froze.

“What?” he whispered.

The masked man lunged again, forcing him back into the shelves. Ryan blocked the strike with his injured arm and winced in pain. His wound burned, but adrenaline kept him steady.

“Who are you?” Ryan shouted.

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he swung his fist again. Ryan dodged and countered with a hard punch to the man’s jaw. For the first time, the masked man stumbled. Ryan saw his chance and ran to grab the gun lying across the floor.

He slid on his knees and reached for it—

But the masked man kicked him violently from behind.

The gun slid even farther away.

Ryan hit the ground hard, pain shooting through his ribs. He gasped for air, but the man grabbed him by the neck and tried to lift him up. Ryan elbowed him sharply, breaking free. He rolled away, struggling to stand.

The masked man looked at him with anger… and something else.

Fear.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” the man muttered. “Just like him.”

“Like who?” Ryan demanded, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

But instead of answering, the masked man stepped back… then suddenly turned and ran.

Ryan’s eyes widened. “No!”

Ignoring his pain, he chased after him. The man sprinted down the hall, jumping over debris with shocking speed. Ryan ran as fast as he could, but blood dripped down his arm, slowing him.

“Stop!” Ryan shouted.

The masked man reached the back door and pushed it open, running into the night. Ryan followed, stumbling out of the building—

But he was too late.

The masked man jumped into a dark car that immediately sped away. Tires screeched, and the vehicle disappeared into the night before Ryan could even get a look at the license plate.

“No!” Ryan shouted again, breathless and frustrated. He kicked the ground in anger.

He had been so close. So close to getting answers. So close to finding out who had been watching the company. So close to discovering the truth.

But the man escaped.

Ryan stood alone in the cold night air, bleeding, exhausted, and filled with disappointment.

He lifted his hand and placed it on the wound on his shoulder. It hurt badly, but the loss of the masked man hurt even more.

He looked back at the company building.

Someone else had been guarding it.

Someone dangerous.

Someone who knew his father.

Someone who didn’t want the truth discovered.

Ryan swallowed hard.

He was in deeper trouble than he thought.

And now, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for what was coming.

But he had no choice.

As he walked away into the darkness, holding his bleeding arm, his mind echoed with one thought:

**Who was that man… and what did he know about his father’s death?**

The night grew colder.

And Ryan realized—

This was only the beginning.