The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Logan as he watched the brutal scene unfold. He knew he had to act, to reveal the dark secrets that had remained hidden for too long. But he also realized that the path he was about to embark on would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, and the consequences of his actions could be severe.As he continued to watch in horror, Logan understood that his destiny was irrevocably entwined with the forces at play in Crescent Street. He couldn't turn a blind eye to the suffering he had witnessed, and he was compelled to take action, regardless of the risks involved.As Logan observed Baton's violent confrontation with the elderly man, a gangster approached him, clearly suspicious of his intent. The gangster asked, "What are you looking at?" Logan quickly feigned ignorance, pretending he hadn't overheard what Baton was saying or witnessed the man being beaten. "Oh, I was just wondering what that old man did," he replied, attempting to deflect

Logan's eyes widened in fear, but he couldn't answer, his mouth firmly bound. Baton nodded to one of his men, and they reluctantly removed the makeshift gag. Logan gasped for breath, his voice trembling as he begged for forgiveness."I swear, I didn't want to betray anyone. I was just trying to survive!"Baton's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "Survival in our world comes at a price, Logan. You should have thought about that before meddling in our affairs."With a cruel smile, Baton signaled to his men, and they didn't waste a moment. They began to beat Logan mercilessly, the blows raining down on him from every direction. Pain exploded in Logan's body with each strike, and he could do nothing but curl into a fetal position and endure.After what felt like an eternity, Baton finally ordered them to stop. Logan lay battered and bruised, barely able to move. The bike gangsters stepped back, their faces impassive, showing neither sympathy nor remorse. They unt

The following day, Logan awoke in his hospital room, feeling marginally better but still nursing a throbbing headache and aching body. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed as the morning sun filtered through the curtains and the rays blinding his eyes. Just then, the nurse entered, her smile a facade of compassion. "How are you feeling today, Mr. Logan?" she inquired, her tone polite but distant.Logan winced, his voice still hoarse. "Slightly better than yesterday, I guess. Can I go home now?"The nurse, seemingly ignoring his question, checked his bandages with clinical detachment and replied, "I'll inform the doctor of your progress."Logan watched her leave the room, a growing sense of unease settling in. He had a nagging feeling that his day was about to take a turn for the worse.As if on cue, a doctor arrived, her face a mask of professional indifference. Logan cleared his throat, his anxiety building. "Doctor, can I be discharged today?"The doctor, reviewing his chart, barely

Logan managed to hail a cab to take him home, but as he settled into the back seat, his phone began to ring. He hastily answered it, expecting anything but what he heard."Logan," his boss's stern voice crackled through the phone before he could even say hello, "why didn't you show up for work today?"Logan paused for a moment, taken aback by the directness of the question. He considered his options carefully before responding, "I had an accident, sir. I couldn't make it to work."His boss's response was unexpected. "Logan, do you still want to work with us?"Logan found himself in a moment of silence, pondering the question deeply. The job at the canteen had never been his dream career, and now, with the mysterious task at hand and the money he had recently obtained, he questioned whether he wanted to continue in that line of work.After a brief pause, he finally replied, "Yes, I do."His boss's voice remained stern as he added, "Good. Be at work tomorrow morning. We need to talk."B

After Carter's lowrider turned on its engine and drove off with Eleanor inside, Logan finally emerged from his hiding place. He let out a sigh of relief but also a sense of disappointment, as he had initially intended to head back home. As he was about to take his leave, he heard Eleanor's mother call out to him. Logan turned, startled by her addressing him by his name. She stood there, her gaze fixed on the spot where Carter's vehicle had just been parked. She muttered her daughter's name and paused making Logan wonder what this was about.Logan couldn't find the right words to respond, so he remained silent, unsure of what Eleanor's mother was thinking.Finally, she broke the silence. "It's like that almost every night," she remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern.Logan nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. The strained relationship between Eleanor and Carter was apparent, even to those on the periphery.Eleanor's mother continued, "Eleanor is an a