The night was heavy with smoke and blood, the scent of gunpowder clung to the air as silence settled over the battlefield that was once the Dragun Ash Club. The bodies of Logan’s men lay scattered across the ruins, illuminated by the flickering remnants of fire.Basically all of them had been taken out, with Logan being the last man standing.Lloyd stood still, his gaze locked on Morty, whose chest was heaving from exhaustion.Blood soaked Morty's shirt, but it wasn't his ownJust moments ago, Morty had been staring death in the face, Logan Wesley had a gun pointed right at him, his finger on the trigger...and then...BANG!The shot rang out, but it wasn’t Morty who fell.Logan staggered backward, his gun slipping from his grip as crimson spread across his chest.Soon there was a second shot..., and then a third.Logan collapsed onto the ground, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stared up at the night sky. His fingers twitched as though reaching for something, but the

Lisa stared at Lloyd across the candlelit table, her eyes wide with shock.“WHAT?!”The word had escaped her lips louder than she had intended, turning a few heads in the upscale restaurant. Embarrassed, she lowered her voice, leaning in toward Lloyd “Simon, please tell me you’re joking”Lloyd, calm as ever, took a sip of his wine before meeting her gaze “I’m serious, Lisa...If this plan is going to work, you need to resign as CEO of Francis Steel”Lisa shook her head, incredulous “Do you even hear yourself? That position is the only thing keeping my family from completely pushing me aside, if I give it up, I lose whatever little control I have left"Lloyd’s fingers tapped idly against the table “Lisa, be honest with yourself, that position was never yours to begin withnot really”Lisa opened her mouth to argue but hesitated...She hated admitting it, but he was right, her father and grandfather had never truly accepted her as CEO.They tolerated her because of the Western Steel con

Lloyd moved through the streets of Hilburg, his sharp eyes scanning the rows of buildings as he searched for the perfect location.This wasn’t for the Grimshade Bar, this wasn’t for himself...This was for Lisa.If she was going to take on the Numas legally, she needed an office, a proper law firm...Somewhere secure, somewhere that wouldn’t immediately expose how deep his resources ran.Lloyd wasn’t worried about affording the place, money was never the issue, but he had to be careful about appearances.If he got her something too high-end, it would raise suspicion.If he got her something too rundown, it would be a security risk.After nearly an hour of scouting, he finally found it.A modest, yet professional office space, located a few blocks from the business district.It was respectable enough to draw in clients but far enough from the upper elite to avoid unnecessary attention.Lloyd pulled out his phone, snapped a few pictures, and made a mental note to secure the purchase lat

Lloyd sat in the dimly lit office of the Grimshade Bar, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the thick folder of documents Mason had given him. Now that the Draguns was dead, he no longer had to pretend to not be the head to this operation, so he made sure to give himself an office.The soft hum of the city outside barely reached him, muffled by the walls of his newly acquired headquarters.The pages before him were filled with records, business dealings, financial statements, police reports...everything his uncle had managed to gather on the Numa family. It was extensive, yet unsatisfyingThere was plenty of dirt, sure, but nothing that could bring them down entirely.And more importantly, there wasn’t a single mention of the Lancaster Gang.Lloyd leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as that didn’t sit right with him. Mason had told him that the Lancaster Gang were the ones who had ordered the hit on his family, so if the Numas were truly involved, there should have been

Lloyd sat in the Grimshade Bar, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden table as he waited. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, the faint hum of conversation in the background barely registering in his mind...He had too much to think about.The moment Morty stepped through the doors, Lloyd knew something was off. The young superintendent carried himself with forced confidence, but his shoulders were tense, and there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.Lloyd gestured for him to sit. Morty sighed and slid into the seat across from him.“How’d it go?” Lloyd asked, his tone even.Morty exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck “As well as it could’ve, I guess, I’m officially superintendent now”Lloyd studied him carefully “and?”Morty hesitated before leaning forward “and you’ve really pissed off the Numa family”Lloyd’s expression didn’t change, but his fingers stopped tapping “Go on"Morty sighed “The mayor tasked me with investigating yo... Simon Harland...