As the bucket of acid crashed to the floor with a deafening thud, Eric's instincts kicked in, pushing him out of harm's way just in time. A smirk played across his lips as he watched Greg Henrik's stunned expression, the shock evident in his wide eyes."You thought you could catch me off guard," Eric mused, his voice laced with amusement as he stared at Greg Henrik from afar. "But you underestimated me."Around him, the guests murmured in hushed tones, casting nervous glances at the now vacant table where Eric was supposed to be seated. Security personnel rushed to the scene, attempting to restore order as the current host on stage desperately tried to calm the crowd."I can't believe someone would do such a thing!" one guest exclaimed, shaking their head in disbelief."They found a bucket of acid on the ceiling," another whispered, their voice tinged with fear. "It's lucky Mr. Radcliffe moved when he did."Greg Henrik, still recovering from the failed attempt on Mr. Radcliffe’s life

Amidst the chaos and confusion, the sound of sirens pierced through the air as the police arrived at the scene. Eric had made the call earlier, ensuring that justice would be served for the heinous crimes committed by Greg Henrik and Lucas Johansson.As the officers entered the hall, their presence sent a ripple of anticipation through the crowd. People stepped aside, creating a path for the law enforcement officers to make their way through the throngs of guests.Lucas Johansson, his face pale with fear, attempted to blend into the crowd, but the officers had already spotted him. They approached him with quick movements,their expressions stern and fearful."Mr. Lucas Johansson, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and attempted assault," one of the officers announced, his voice carrying authority.Lucas stammered incoherently, his attempts to deny his involvement falling on deaf ears. The officers swiftly placed him in handcuffs, his protests drowned out by the murmurs

Maxwell Steel was a wealthy and influential businessman, known for his charming personality and persuasive words. He had built his empire on lies and deceit, preying on the hopes and dreams of the less fortunate.His false company, named "Golden Opportunities Investments," promised incredible returns on investments, guaranteeing a full 100% profit in just two months. Elderly people, hoping to secure their financial futures, eagerly invested their life savings into Steel's scheme, believing his promises of wealth and prosperity.However, as time passed and the promised returns failed to materialize, frustration and anger began to brew among the investors. Six months had gone by, and still, they had seen no profits. They gathered outside the offices of Golden Opportunities Investments, demanding answers and the return of their money."We trusted you, Steel! Where are our returns?" one elderly woman shouted, her voice trembling with frustration."We worked hard for our money! You can't j

As Maxwell's fury reached its peak, his veins pulsated with rage at the audacity of someone daring to intervene in his plans. His sole intention had been to teach the woman who dared to insult him and spit on him a harsh lesson—one that would leave her unable to eat for days.With a menacing stride, Maxwell marched toward Eric, his eyes ablaze with fury as he confronted the unexpected intruder. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And how dare you intervene in my affairs?"Unfazed by Maxwell's menacing presence, Eric met his gaze head-on, his own anger simmering just beneath the surface. "How dare you order your thug to strike an innocent woman?" he shot back, his voice laced with a anger. "Don't you have a mother or a sister at home?"Maxwell's face contorted with fury as he took a menacing step closer to Eric, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what she's done," he spat, his tone filled with venomous disdain."I don't care," Eric retorted

With a hardened gaze, Eric addressed Maxwell, his voice cutting through the tension that hung in the air like a blade. "The only way I will spare your life is if you pay restitution to every single one of these people," he declared, gesturing to the crowd of protestors who had gathered around them. "You will refund their investments in full, along with compensation for the suffering they have endured at your hands."Maxwell, his body battered and bruised, nodded weakly. "Yes, master," he muttered hoarsely. "I'll do anything you ask, just please spare my life."But Eric's demands did not end there. "You will also shut down your Ponzi scheme, Golden Opportunities," he continued, his tone unwavering. "If I ever hear of you attempting to defraud people again, I will not hesitate to end you."Maxwell nodded fervently, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, master," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.As the weight of Eric's words sank in, a wave of relief washed over the crowd."He did