"Joshua Smith," the officer said, his tone clipped. "You're under arrest."Joshua barely blinked."On what grounds?" His voice remained steady, betraying no hint of alarm.He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, his eyes sharp.The other officer, shorter but no less imposing, held up a sheet of paper."We’ve received an anonymous tip that you're involved in multiple crimes—bribery, embezzlement, theft, robbery, and..."He paused, his voice lowering."Even murder."The accusations hung in the air, as thick and heavy as storm clouds.Joshua raised an eyebrow, incredulity washing over him."Murder? Bribery? Theft?"His lips curled into a faint smile, amused by the absurdity of it all."I think you have the wrong person."The officers didn’t flinch.They moved toward him, ready to place handcuffs around his wrists.But before they could lay a hand on him, a voice, icy and composed, sliced through the room."No, officers. You have the right person."Joshua froze at

The two officers stood facing each other, eyes locked in a silent, heated exchange.They couldn’t believe it—how dare this young criminal give them orders?"You think you can just summon the Chief whenever you feel like it?"Officer Harris scoffed, his voice low, laced with irritation.Joshua didn’t flinch.His gaze remained sharp, almost amused."If you two don’t want to go get him, I can always call him myself," he said, his tone calm and unbothered."But if I do, things might get... complicated."The words hung in the air, thick with subtle menace.The officers stiffened.A chill ran down their spines as they processed the weight of his threat.Before they could react, Joshua casually reached for his phone, his finger hovering over the dial.Panic flickered in their eyes."No, no! Wait!"Officer Harris blurted, his voice cracking slightly."We’ll go get him. We’ll get him now."Without a second thought, both officers turned and hurried out the door, their feet practically stumbling

Molly Anderson settled into the leather-lined booth in the private dining room, her manicured fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.The room exuded luxury, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over pristine white linens and dishes prepared with rare ingredients flown in from across the globe.She’d spared no expense for tonight’s dinner, pouring close to a hundred thousand dollars into wine and cuisine that screamed exclusivity.When Molly and Charlie stepped in, Governor Calvin Dark was already waiting, his face breaking into a smile as he saw Charlie."Charlie! Finally, the Anderson empire is in good hands," Calvin said, his excitement evident.As they settled into their seats, the restaurant manager approached, welcoming both Molly and Calvin with a bright smile.He greeted them with practiced politeness but gave barely a nod to Charlie. The slight stung, but Charlie brushed it off, focusing on the promising evening ahead.The manager’s gaze lingered on Molly, his expr

Ethan and his team stared at the crowd around them, rooted to the spot.On every side, people packed the streets, eyes lifted with reverence as a single name thundered from their lips."Welcome, Joshua!"The chant echoed, a wall of sound, reverberating off every surface, drowning out the city’s usual chaos.Ethan’s grip tightened on his weapon as he exchanged glances with his men, each of them wide-eyed, shaken.These people weren’t here to challenge them—they were here for Joshua.But how had he done it? How had he, amidst all this turmoil, gathered a crowd so vast and loyal?The man in question, Joshua, stood in the center of it all with serene calm.His eyes swept across the throng before he took a single step forward, his voice low but cutting through the noise."Jaguar gave me his word," Joshua stated, his tone firm but level. "He said he wouldn’t cross the border. Has he gone back on that?"A figure moved within the crowd, breaking through with quick, deliberate steps.A man in

Later that day, they went back to the police station.Joshua sat in the small, dimly lit cell, his back resting against the cold, concrete wall.The metal bars creaked as the sound of distant footsteps echoed down the hallway.It was a prison, and it was meant to break people—but Joshua had long since learned to endure such things.Yet, despite his indifference to the squalid conditions, there was one person who refused to leave him in peace.Ethan stood just outside, his face a mask of frustration."I can't leave you here like this," Ethan said firmly, gripping the bars of the cell.His voice carried a mix of respect and guilt. "Not after all you’ve done for us."Joshua raised a hand, his expression calm. "This is fine," he replied, his tone steady. " I don’t need anything special."One of Ethan’s subordinates, an overzealous officer with little understanding of the situation, approached and try to lock Joshua’s cell.Ethan caught sight of it and exploded in anger."What do you think