The room crackled with tension as Baton's menacing figures encircled Logan. Baton, reveling in the moment, taunted, "So, Logan, how do you want to die? A bullet through the head or a good old-fashioned strangling?"Logan, unfazed by Baton's cruel jest, shot back, "How about we settle this the old-fashioned way? With our fists."Baton mocked, "You think you can beat me in a fair fight? Look at you, Logan. You're too weak to face me."Unruffled, Logan retorted, "Scared you'll get beaten up, Baton?"That struck a nerve, and Baton lunged at Logan in a fit of rage. The room erupted into chaos as Baton's men cheered, confident their boss would triumph. At first, Baton seemed to have the upper hand, landing powerful blows on Logan.However, Logan, fueled by a surge of determination, turned the tide. With a sudden burst of strength, he retaliated, raining punches on Baton. The room echoed with the clash of fists and the grunts of the combatants.Logan, against all odds, managed to pin Baton o

As Logan almost finished his bath, the system's voice resonated in his mind, "congratulations host on successfully completing the task. Your IQ has been upgraded to help you tackle tasks quicker." Bewildered by this unexpected reward, Logan pondered the implications of an enhanced intellect. It also sounded funny and untrue but he was too exhausted to start bothering his mind with such thoughts.Heading to his bed, Logan settled in for some much-needed rest. The events of the night lingered in his thoughts, but the promise of an upgraded IQ fueled a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead.The next morning, the persistent ringing of his phone pierced through the haze of sleep. Groggily answering, Logan found himself on the line with one of his housekeepers. With a reminder in his drowsy voice, Logan questioned why they were back so soon, having instructed them to stay at the hotel until he had gathered his thoughts.His worker explained that they returned for their morning duties but

As Franklin dropped the bombshell about Logan's father, Logan's frustration reached a boiling point as Franklin replied his question with another question. "Why are you suddenly interested in your family? I thought you made it clear that you don't care about your heritage!" Franklin responded seriously as he calmly walked out of the room, leaving Logan seething. In the corridor outside, Franklin encountered Sam, who had been eavesdropping. Sam questioned him quickly, "Why didn't you tell him? He has the right to know."Franklin in response, glanced at Sam with a knowing look. "He needs to long for it Sam. Only then will he truly value his family."Sam, skeptical, asked, "Are you sure this will work?"Franklin urged, "Believe in me, Sam. I want Logan to be the one to find us this time. We've paid his bills, but he needs to discover his roots on his own."Meanwhile, back in the hospital room, Logan's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The revelation about his father's demise

The sun hung high in the sky as Logan made his way to the canteen, his newly appointed managerial role looming over him like a weighty secret. As he approached, the familiar smells of cooking and the clatter of dishes brought a strange sense of comfort. Stepping inside, he was greeted by the welcoming faces of his former co-workers."Logan! Look who decided to show up," Maria, his former colleague, the lively waitress, exclaimed, her grin infectious.Logan returned the smile, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Hey, Maria! Good to see you all again."The bustling canteen felt like a reunion, but one face was noticeably absent. Logan scanned the room, and his eyes landed on the empty space where Daniel, used to be but felt like he'd show up over time."Where's Daniel?" Logan asked, looking around with a furrowed brow.One of the cooks shrugged. "Haven't seen him today. Maybe he's running late."Curiosity tugging at him, Logan decided to head to Mr Williams office, which was now

Logan approached the door to his hospital room with caution, putting on an act like he was ready to comply with the gangsters' demands. "I ain't looking for trouble," he declared, anxiety making his palms sweat. Stepping inside, he took a deep breath, scanning the room for options. The sterile surroundings offered little, but his eyes locked onto the window.On his toes, Logan made a spontaneous decision to make a run for it through the window. He rushed to the bedside, checking the distance to the nearest building. It seemed too far for a direct leap, but then he spotted another patient's window to the side. A glimmer of hope ignited as he considered the possibility of finding safety that way.Quick thinking led Logan to grab his bedsheets, deftly folding them into a makeshift rope. The sound of approaching footsteps startled him, prompting him to toss the improvised rope under the bed. He covered himself with the bedspread, a frown etched on his face as an unknown visitor entered th