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Jonathan's face was solemn, his jaw clenched, and sweat dripping down his temples. His eyes were determined and angry, as if they could burn everything before them. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself despite his racing heart. Beside him, Antoni, although looking frightened, felt Jonathan's spirit flow into him. A new strength filled his chest, giving him the courage he had never had.As Jonathan began to threaten Carson, Antoni felt his heart pounding, but he stood his ground. Antoni felt his spirits rise when Carson, the notorious squad leader, looked at them with a sardonic smile."You guys are fearless. It's like you don't know who you're dealing with?" Carson said, his voice calm but containing an implicit threat.People like Jonathan were rare amid a siege. He still showed courage. Most people only pretend to be brave when, in reality, they are scared. Carson observed Jonathan, recognizing his courage. He rarely found people who were so courageous like this.Around

Elsewhere, Carson stood with mixed feelings. He was full of joy and sadness. In front of him, the building that was once his home was now only rubble, with crumbling walls, destroyed roofs, and memories that were also immersed in the rubble.he stared at the ruins with a heavy heart. The beautiful memories of his childhood were vivid: the joyful laughter of playing in the courtyard, the tantalizing aroma of her mother's cooking, and the loving voice of her father. Now, all that was gone, replaced by silence and sadness.A sense of loss enveloped Carson, tightening his chest. Each piece of debris seemed to represent a shattered hope, a vanished dream. He remembered how this house had been a refuge where Ken's family stood firm. Now, there was only emptiness haunting him.With one step forward, Carson reached out as if to touch the remnants of memories. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refrained from crying. "I will restore the honor of this family," he whispered, determined to use t

The voice resonated strongly. Full of intimidation, some people even got goosebumps. Alberto, the head of Alberto's family, also gulped at the voice, but as the head of the family, he must not show it. He had to look calm and confident."Are you ready? Come out, show yourself," he pleaded, his voice trembling between confidence and high courage.There was no answer. That gave the old man confidence. He thought that the voice was just a threat from a strongman. He smiled broadly, filled with a deep sense of confidence. He even dared to threaten whoever the voice was."If you don't show up, there will be consequences for you! You won't be able to leave here!" he declared, his voice growing louder though doubts were creeping inwardly. Around him, the other family members looked at each other, feeling the tension building up, creating an almost tangible aura of intimidation.The wind suddenly picked up as the tension intensified, bringing a bone-chilling chill. From the darkness, a tall,

The man explained the possibility that the person terrorizing the Alberto family was someone from the military. It was something that the four great families couldn’t fight against. He also mentioned that the person might not be an ordinary soldier—perhaps a high-ranking officer, given the boldness of coming alone. Of course, the four families panicked when they heard this explanation. They looked at the man with hopeful eyes, waiting for his response. After listening to his words, one sighed, "But how can we fight them?" The man nodded, understanding their concern. "Don't worry. I will help you. I have many connections in the military, and my rank is high. Rest assured, gentlemen, because I can get the support we need to defeat that man," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. The faces of the four great families gradually shifted, and relieved smiles began to appear. Hope replaced anxiety. They whispered among themselves, planning the following steps as if a heavy burden ha