He lowered the beer and stared at one particular page. It was an article from the day Officers Perez, Blake, and Dawn were arrested and taken to prison. That had been the turning point—a moment that caught everyone off guard."I can’t do this on my own," he whispered, his voice trembling with helplessness. "I need help."Several thoughts ran through his head as he stood there in the silent, dimly lit room. Perez, Blake, and Dawn had been the ones who worked tirelessly with him to stop the Hunter. They had put everything on the line. It was because of that very mission that they were locked up behind bars. Chief Jim hadn’t been imprisoned with them—his position as Chief of Police granted him temporary protection. But the moment the story broke, he was removed from his post and left jobless. That had been his punishment. No courtroom sentence, just the slow burn of shame and exile.He stood there in silence, his gaze fixed on the paper pinned to the wall like it held all the answers he

“Dead serious,” Mr. Fernando responded, his tone unwavering. “We finally found the rest of the missing weapons. Every last piece. You can come pick them up now.”“I can’t believe this… How come you found them so easily? Is this some kind of prank or setup?” Ice asked, her voice laced with disbelief and confusion.“What do you mean easily?” Mr. Fernando shot back, a note of irritation slipping into his voice. “We’ve been searching non-stop for days—day in and day out. And now that we finally locate them, you think it was easy?”“I know, I know,” Ice replied quickly, running a hand through her hair. “I’m just struggling to wrap my head around this. You literally said you had no clue where the rest could be—and suddenly, just like that, you found them?”“We got a lead on where Scott might’ve taken them,” Mr. Fernando explained. “So, I sent my boys out there. They came back with the rest of the crates. Every last weapon you said was missing? They’re all in those crates.” His voice was fir

Scott stood in the courtyard, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his gaze fixed on the line of black trucks that had just pulled up in front of his mansion. The air was thick with tension and silence. Standing beside him was Sandro, his face covered in fresh bandages from recent injuries. Despite the bruises, Sandro’s expression remained calm and composed, his posture unwavering.The doors of the trucks creaked open simultaneously, and several armed, masked men stepped out in unison. They moved with military precision, forming a rigid line in front of the mansion. Moments later, the final truck door swung open, and a man emerged. He wore a sleek black suit, and his black hair was neatly combed back, giving him an air of authority. With a dignified stride, he walked forward and halted just a few paces from Scott. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head in reverence. The rest of the armed men mirrored his actions, falling to their knees and lowering their he

Noise erupted in the dining hall the moment everyone caught sight of Memphis's severed head inside the box. Screams filled the air as most of the ladies bolted from the room, rushing outside in a frantic attempt to avoid soiling the polished floor with their vomit.Scott stood frozen, his body unmoving, his eyes locked on the gruesome sight before him. His gaze widened in shock, the blood in his veins turning cold even as a seething heat began to rise within him."What the hell is this?" Sandro blurted out, his voice trembling and his face twisted with terror."Do you know this man?" Zhang Yang asked, eyeing Scott closely."Yes..." Scott replied in a low, shaken tone, his voice barely audible. "He was my comrade."His eyes never left the box."Who could have done something like this?" Sandro asked, a mixture of fear and disbelief in his voice."I'll find the man who delivered the box," Zhang Yang declared firmly. "Whoever he is, he might know who killed your friend."With that, he rai

Scott sat there in silence after hearing the words of Sandro, his fingers rubbing his chin."I agree they will all be mad because of my decision, but I doubt they'll make any move against me. You worry too much, Sandro. Just relax and enjoy the night," Scott finally spoke up, his right hand squeezing Sandro's shoulder. He picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip before ordering one of the guards to take the box to his car outside. He couldn't stand seeing the box anymore, knowing it was the head of his friend sitting inside."So when will we be leaving, boss?" Sandro inquired after a short moment of silence."Once the party is over, I'll be on my way," Scott responded. "I've already ordered Sullivan to fly the jet to China. He will arrive in a couple of hours," he added."I see. And have you thought of the person who will rule the empire while you are away?" Sandro inquired."Yes, I have. I already have someone in mind," Scott replied instantly as he sipped his whiskey."It has to