Luisa woke up and found herself alone in the room. As she sat up, she felt dizzy. Her head throbbed as if insects were stinging her from within.Luisa turned to her left and found a bowl on a tray, on the bedside table. She remembered that before she fell asleep, Scott said he would make her porridge. Maybe this was the porridge Scott meant.Luisa's stomach growled. She hadn't really eaten all day, just snacked on bread and drank tea. Her appetite today was really not that good. Not just her appetite, actually, but also her physical condition.Since this morning, Luisa felt something strange about her body, especially in her head. She was attacked by a kind of headache, but this headache made some of her memories blurry; she suddenly found it difficult to remember a number of things even though she was sure those things really existed and happened.She suspected this was a side effect of the blue and white pill given by the gray-haired man with a cross-shaped scar on one of his cheeks

Luisa and Eva stared at each other in silence for a dozen seconds. The quiet between them felt strange, almost unsettling. What finally broke the tension was the vibration of Luisa’s phone.Without checking who had just messaged her, Luisa picked up her phone from the nightstand. She looked back at Eva and said with a hint of sarcasm, “Don’t act like you know everything. You might know Scott better than I do, but I know myself better than anyone else.”Eva could sense the irritation in Luisa’s tone. She gave a faint smile and decided to let Luisa dodge the question for now.“Alright, eat first. Scott said he made this porridge for you,” Eva said as she stood up and glanced at the nightstand where a bowl of porridge sat on a tray.“You’re lucky, you know,” she added. “You’ve got a partner who’s not only ready to protect and take care of you but also willing to look after you without complaining. A complete package, I’d say, especially with his handsome face and athletic build. You shou

Scott moved like a strong wind blowing. By the time Walter finally stopped rolling backwards, Scott was already in front of him, in a pose ready to deliver a hard punch.Whaaam!Scott's hard punch hit Walter's head, specifically his left cheek. Walter stumbled and spat blood from his mouth. Two of his teeth were knocked out and rolled on the floor."You're the mastermind behind what happened yesterday? You're the one who lured my wife to the red light district and held her captive in room 512?" Scott asked coldly.Walter slowly turned to look at Scott. The wounds on his face and mouth made him numb. At this moment, he didn't even know how bad the condition of his left cheek and mouth was."Mastermind? What do you mean?" Walter asked, furrowing his brow.Scott looked at Walter angrily. He bent forward and extended his right hand, grabbing the collar of Walter's black shirt and pulling it until Walter's tall, large body was lifted."Don't mess with me, you bastard! What you just saw isn

On the rooftop of the five-story building, Agnes was stunned by what she saw on her laptop screen. Her attention had been focused on the surveillance footage of the hallway where Scott was fighting the men in black. Just moments ago, she had watched Scott take down over a dozen men with a single move. And from the looks of it, she was pretty sure they were dead.'Who the hell is this guy?!'That was the question running through Agnes’s mind. She fired off a message to Eva, asking the same thing. Two seconds later, Eva’s reply came through:[Don’t ask me. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure who he is either. One thing’s clear: we’re lucky he doesn’t see us as enemies—at least for now.]Eva’s response didn’t explain much, but Agnes agreed with her. If someone as strong and formidable as Scott were their enemy, it was hard to imagine they’d stand a chance. Whether they attacked him alone or together, the outcome wouldn’t change. Scott was on a completely different level—far above them.When

Scott had entered the southern part of Nortwold. With no clear leads, he didn’t know where to start hunting his target. Meanwhile, his car was running low on fuel. He decided to stop at the nearest gas station he could find.The gas station was unmanned, the kind where customers pumped their own fuel. Scott grabbed the nozzle and filled his black McLaren’s tank almost to the brim. This was part of his preparation in case he needed to chase his target for an extended period.Scott paid with his black card and returned the nozzle to its place. As he walked back to his car, he glanced left and right. For some reason, even though the gas station was empty, he felt like he was being watched.Scott looked up at the surveillance cameras installed around the station. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He got into his car, started the engine, and drove off.In another part of the city, far to the north, a woman in front of a computer frowned as she reviewed the information that had just been