Carter lay on the floor, his face contorted in pain as he pleaded with Logan, "Alright, alright. I'll tell you, just please, no more punches."Logan, still poised for action, flexed his fists, sending a clear message to Carter. "Tell me the truth, and we'll be done with this."Carter, aware that he had no other option, slowly picked up his fallen phone from the other side of the room and raised it, awaiting Logan's permission to make a call. Logan watched him intently, his patience growing thin. "Don't play any more games, Carter."Carter, sweat beading on his forehead, nodded fervently. "No more games, I promise."With Logan's reluctant permission, Carter dialed a number he clearly knew by heart. After a few rings, a voice on the other end answered, "Yeah, what do you want?"Carter, his voice trembling, spoke the words Logan had been waiting to hear. "I need you to track a vehicle. The plate number is KXW-375B."The voice on the other end of the call responded quickly, "Alright, whe

Logan hurried towards a nearby parking lot, his mind racing with the newfound information he had obtained. He needed to get to the last known location where his former boss and Carter's car had been recorded, but before he could hail a cab, his phone began to ring.He picked up the call, his voice calm and collected as he greeted, "Hello?"On the other end of the line, a matured man's voice seethed with anger. "You're Logan, right? How could you walk into my house and do that to my son?"Logan's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice. It was Carter's dad, and he was fuming. The threat in the man's tone was clear, as he vowed to lock Logan up and deal with him both legally and illegally.Realization washed over Logan, and he cursed himself for not removing Carter's SIM card sooner. In a moment of quick thinking, he cut the call abruptly, grateful that he hadn't revealed any more information.With a sigh of relief, Logan decided to change his route. He found a different car and

As Logan emerged from the fiery basement into the building's first floor, he found himself in a living nightmare. Smoke and flames consumed the hallway in both directions, cutting off any easy escape. The acrid odor of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, choking him as he gasped for breath. Panic surged through him as he realized that his path to the front door was blocked by an inferno.Desperation drove him to the back of the house, and with each step, the fire crept closer. He reached a room with a window, its glass panes already starting to crack from the heat. Without hesitation, Logan smashed the window with his elbow, sending shards of glass tinkling to the ground outside. The escape route was within reach, but as he jumped through the window, the fire followed him.There was a deafening explosion as the room ignited, a searing burst of flames that sent Logan flying through the air. The blast singed his clothes and burned his skin, but fate was on his side. He landed wit

As they stood outside, away from prying eyes, Daniel pressed Logan for an explanation.Logan hesitated but decided to reveal part of the truth. "My former boss has been sending people to hassle me since he returned. He even tasked me with paying him for the damage to the store. It's been a nightmare, Danny."Daniel's eyes widened in shock. "Why didn't you tell anyone about this, Logan? We could have helped you deal with this mess."Logan shrugged, a hint of shame in his voice. "Those guys who damaged the store that day mentioned my name. I thought I could handle it myself, but it's spiraled out of control."Daniel's concern for his friend was evident. "Look, Logan, you don't have to go through this alone. We're in this together, okay? How much does he want, and how can we resolve this?"Logan sighed with relief, touched by Daniel's support. "He's asking for a substantial amount monthly, but I would handle it."Daniel patted Logan on the back. "Then we'll split the cost, my friend. We'

Logan had returned from the bathroom, resolved and determined to protect the main owner and acquire the canteen. He knew that he had to face this dangerous journey alone, relying on his resourcefulness and wit. As he reentered the hallway, his senses sharpened, and he became acutely aware of the silence in the house. An eerie stillness seemed to have settled.The feeling that something was amiss gnawed at Logan, growing with every passing moment. Strange movements in the house began to register in his ears, causing his heart to race. He couldn't ignore the urgency building within him, like a warning that something bad was about to happen.Logan decided to act cautiously, so he opened the bathroom door without making a sound and peered into the hallway. What he saw sent a chill down his spine. A man, a complete stranger, was trying to enter one of the rooms upstairs. Logan noticed the silenced pistol holstered at the man's side, and it sent shivers down his spine.Determined not to be