On the television, the story of Johnson played out in vivid detail. There he was, kneeling in front of a woman, his eyes brimming with tears as he pleaded with her for sexual intimacy. The news story then shifted, revealing a second scene: Johnson, in a more sinister light, attempting to rape Sandra. The stark contrast between the two scenarios was starkly apparent, with the first scene showcasing a pitiful Johnson, and the second depicting him as a dangerous predator. The news anchors spoke in somber tones, discussing the implications of Johnson's actions and the serious consequences he would face for his crimes.Marcus let loose a chilling laugh, his dark amusement echoing through the room. This was only the start of Johnson’s punishment, he mused, reveling in his vengeance. Picking up his phone, Marcus casually transferred a whopping fifty million dollars to Katherine. In an instant, the notification lit up Katherine’s screen, the amount of the transfer emblazoned across the disp

Marcus was hauled to the man's feet, the distance between them vanishing as the man lowered himself to meet Marcus at eye level. A cloud of smoke billowed from the man's mouth, engulfing Marcus in a suffocating haze. The crowd erupted in laughter, relishing the display of power and degradation. As Marcus coughed and sputtered, the man clapped his hands. In that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing Don—a sight that failed to surprise Marcus.The man's gaze slid to Don, the question heavy in the air: "Is this the one who filed a case against my son?" "Yes, sir," Don replied, his eyes averted. The man reacted with a swift, stinging slap to Marcus' cheek, leaving a burning red mark. He held Marcus' gaze, the force of his words amplified by their proximity: "Drop the case." Marcus' initial reaction to the ultimatum was a burst of laughter, his defiance unyielding in the face of the man's intimidation tactics.A seething rage burned in the man's eyes as Marcus' laughter rang o

"Boss, you need to rest," Kathrine said, bowing her head. Marcus shook his head."If I sleep, they'll be free. I need to cut their wings now," he said. The others nodded.Marcus looked at General, who had been silent. "Get the weapons ready for me," he commanded.General bowed down. "Yes, Lord," he said and left the room.Only Kathrine and Marcus remained. Marcus gently removed the IV from his hand. "I don't need this," Marcus muttered and rose, swaying on his feet. Kathrine rushed to support him but he waved her off. "Leave me. I want to feel every damn pain," he groaned, his eyes hard and determined. Kathrine took a step back, her hands folded at her front, respecting his wishes.Kathrine knew that the perpetrators would pay for their actions. Marcus had endured too much to allow them to escape justice. As the nurse entered and saw Marcus standing, she froze, her mouth agape. "God of Vengeance, you should be resting," she whispered, her voice quivering.Marcus's eyes narrowed. "

Marcus turned his back on Kathrine, his footsteps carrying him away from the dimly lit room. In his room, he donned a hoodie, its fabric a shroud of darkness. With practiced efficiency, he drew the hood over his face, a shield against prying eyes.“This is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself, his breath a mist in the air. He pocketed his keys, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He got into his car and drove a short-distance away from the fleeing prisoner, who was sprinting towards the club with labored breath and pounding footsteps echoing through the night air. The prisoner's desperate gaze darted around the dark streets as he raced to brief his master on the latest developments and devise a plan. Unbeknownst to the prisoner, Marcus was tailing him, keeping a discreet distance as he followed him to his destination, his eyes fixed intently on the figure ahead.Marcus parked his car and continued following the prisoner on foot, keeping a safe distance behind him. Whe

"What's happening?" Her voice was laced with confusion, her mind racing to understand the sudden turn of events. The stranger's demand sent a chill down her spine, and she wondered if their plan had been compromised. Marcus's expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern, as he subtly gestured for her to continue the dance.Kathrine remained frozen, her eyes fixed on the stranger, until Marcus's harsh tone snapped her back to reality. "Kathrine, I said you should keep dancing!" She mechanically grasped the pole and continued her dance, her movements stiff and awkward. Meanwhile, Marcus adjusted his face, donning a charming smile, and picked up a drink from the nearby tray. He turned around, spiking the drink with a subtle move, and walked towards the stranger, offering it to him with a friendly gesture. The stranger took the drink, unaware of the danger lurking within, and Marcus smiled as he walked away, his eyes never leaving Kathrine.Marcus realized he nee