As a torrent of cold water rushed over him, Jefferson gasped, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a blurry, unfamiliar room. He felt the sting of a slap across his cheek, the sharp pain snapping him into full awareness."Ah, our guest awakens," a voice intoned from the shadows, the words dripping with mockery. As Jefferson's vision cleared, he made out the smiling face of Edward Baron, "Who would ever thought the mighty Jefferson who trained us on how to become heroes will one day be at my mercy," Edward Baron mocked.Ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, Jefferson replied with a wry smile, "And yet, here you are, reduced to Martin's lapdog. Seems like your life has been a series of unfortunate failures, Edward."Edward's eyes narrowed, his smile morphing into a tight-lipped scowl. "Oh, you'll regret that remark, Jefferson. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for death."Despite the chill that ran through Jefferson's body at Edward's words, he remained unflinching

In a flash, Martins quickly hid behind a nearby table to protect himself from the bullets flying everywhere. Bullets rained down around him, the sound of gunfire mingling with the shouts of the Nathaniel Special Forces."Kaiden scum!" one of the agents bellowed, charging forward with a battle cry.Martins shot back, his bullets flying everywhere as he tried to protect himself against the swarm of attackers.The room became a scene of chaos and confusion. The Nathaniel Special Forces moved in on Martins, who fought back with all his might, like a trapped animal. But he was outnumbered and outgunned.Two of his men lay lifeless in their pool of blood and the rest were wounded from the open fire. The agents kept coming, and Martins took a hit with each shot. He was running out of bullets and no one to protect him. In a last-ditch effort, Martins jumped from behind the table and made a final charge, straight into the rain of gunfire, he was shot on his leg.Martins fell to the ground ble

Martins, his heart racing and his body battered, rushed towards the Kaiden mansion.Fear and dread consumed him as he imagined the wrath of his grandfather. He knew that this was a critical moment—a single mistake could cost him everything.The wind whipped through his clothes as he approached the mansion, a looming structure that seemed to grow larger and more daunting with each step he took.Martins's footsteps echoed on the stone path leading to the grand entrance, the sound of his own breath seemingly drowned out by the silence that surrounded him.He hesitated at the foot of the stairs, his hand trembling as he reached for the heavy iron knocker. The cold metal felt like ice against his skin.With a final, steadying breath, he knocked, each resounding thud reverberating through the air, like a cry for help.As the door swung open, Martins collapsed to the ground, his legs unable to support his weight any longer. "Please," he gasped, his words choked by the air he was desperately

Bradley sat comfortably in his chair, with a satisfied smile on his face, as he polished his new toy (gun). He started admiring its shininess in the quiet room, just the way he liked it to be, he doesn't like noise.He enjoyed moments like this were their is no disturbances and his men were aware of it. Since there were no problems to deal with, he needed to relax his head because he knows peace rarely lasts long for him.He was still in thought when the door suddenly creaked open.His eyes narrowed immediately, but he didn't look in that direction. He doesn't like being interrupted when he's having a quiet time to himself. One of his acquaintances hesitated for once before he entered the room; immediately he bowed his head low as he approached cautiously. Bradley noticed the man’s hands trembling as he stretched them forward, holding a ringing phone.“My Lord, you have a call.” The man said, his voice low and hesitant.“My lord, it's not my intention to disturb you, but the phon

Upon hearing the old man's order, the old man's words kept echoing in his head, which made him hurt even more.immediately he wanted to get up on his feet like the old man had ordered. He needed to show he was strong, not some kind of weakling.However his body felt like it was made of heavy rocks as he tried to stand up on his feet.But he couldn't help falling on the floor.however he can't give up knowing the old man's eyes were still on him.Bradley put his hands on the cold floor. He pushed hard. His arms were shaking like a house that was about to collapse.“I can do this. I have to do this.”he said to himself coldly.But his body was too weak. He fell back down with a soft thump.The fall made Bradley's head spin. He felt sick knowing how weak he has become, truly the old man was right he has become so weak. But at the same time he knew he couldn't stay on the floor. The old man was watching and he might angrily come back to hit him again, he wouldn't be Surprised knowing w