..Clarissa and Landon both took their time deciding on what they wanted from the menu. Once they had made their choices, the waiter nodded politely and left to go prepare their orders. The atmosphere between them was charged with unspoken tension, a mixture of curiosity and something else neither of them could quite name. It was then that Clarissa decided to start the conversation.“So, I didn’t know you were a good fighter,” Clarissa began, her tone light and inquisitive. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on his. “Have you always been a good fighter? I mean, I remember seeing you get beaten up quite a bit back in high school, so I don’t think you were this skilled back then.”Landon chuckled softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he recalled those days. “Well, I wasn’t always a good fighter,” he admitted. “I learned most of what I know after high school. I had to toughen up, you know? Life has a way of teaching you the skills you need to survive.”Clarissa tilted

. . Landon found himself forcibly taken away by the masked men, leaving both Clarissa and Cuban behind. This alone confirmed to him that the unfamiliar masked men were specifically after him. They were not there to kill him, but rather to abduct him. This made Landon wonder what business he had with these masked men—or more accurately, who was behind this abduction and what their intentions were. He knew that if he wanted to, he could have easily resisted the armed men, but doing so wouldn't help him uncover the identity of whoever was in charge. It was clear that whoever sent these masked men wanted him alive, so it made more sense to go along with them for now and meet this mysterious person face-to-face. Otherwise, they might continue sending even stronger forces to deal with him. As Landon sat in the van, his face was covered with a bag. Despite the situation, he didn’t feel particularly threatened, so he decided to take this opportunity to catch a short nap until they reached t

. . Landon vanished from sight in an instant, disappearing before everyone’s eyes. Then, cries of pain began to fill the air as soldiers fell one by one, their lives snuffed out in quick succession. Gunshots echoed through the battlefield, desperate attempts to bring down the blur moving among the ranks of military soldiers. However, the continued fall of soldiers proved that their efforts to hit Landon were failing miserably. The sounds of agony and explosions reverberated repeatedly, but only the military soldiers lost their lives in the chaos. Before George’s stunned eyes, his entire force was decimated within thirty minutes, leaving him as the last soldier standing in the entirety of the Megatron military base. "You…" George stammered, his words caught in his throat as he stared at Landon, who stood before him with hands drenched in blood. In that moment, Landon appeared more like a demon sent from the depths of hell. Landon’s cold gaze fixed on George. "It’s just you and me n

. . Martins arrived at the Anderson residence, and as he approached, he couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between George’s estate and his own. While Martins was undoubtedly wealthy and powerful, the Anderson estate was on an entirely different level—a true paradise compared to his own luxurious home. Although both men were rich and influential, George had far surpassed him in terms of power and status. As Martins reached the entrance of the grand house, he was abruptly stopped by the guards stationed at the door. “Wait here. We need to get permission from General George before you can enter,” the head guard stated firmly, showing no regard for the fact that he was speaking to someone as esteemed as Martins. Martins, however, didn’t argue. He understood that the guards were simply following strict security protocols. With the news spreading that George had been crippled, it was only natural that his security would be on high alert. George undoubtedly had many enemies who

. . Inside Mark’s office, the atmosphere was tense. Mark, Clarissa, and Cuban had effectively abandoned their work today, focusing all their attention on resolving the pressing issue at hand. It would have been foolish for them to return to their regular tasks when such a critical matter remained unresolved. After all, if they didn’t take care of this situation, their future freedom would be at stake—this was not something they could ignore or take lightly. Their plan was simple: wait for Landon to arrive so they could blackmail him into signing the necessary papers. The stakes were high, but both Mark and Cuban were excited when they first heard Clarissa’s idea. The logic behind it was flawless in their eyes—if Clarissa’s plan worked and they succeeded in forcing Landon to sign the documents, Landon would take the fall for their crimes, and they would be free from any consequences. It would be like killing two birds with one stone. Not only would they eliminate Landon as a threat,