The theater was supposed to be quiet.Jack Sullivan had finally settled into his seat, Emma Brooks beside him, munching on popcorn like a happy child.After all the drama—Elos getting kicked out, Sanaya throwing her tantrum, Charlotte making a grand exit—Jack had finally thought he could enjoy a peaceful movie.But peace?It never lasted long in his life.Just as the film reached its first intense scene, a strange noise echoed through the theater.A low, rhythmic tapping.Jack’s ears twitched.Tap. Tap. Tap.It wasn’t part of the movie.Emma, completely oblivious, shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth.Then—BANG. BANG. BANG.The sound grew louder, as if something was being pounded against the walls of the screening hall.Jack sighed, already knowing what was coming.“Stay here.”Emma, mid-chew, turned to him, confused.“Huh? What’s wrong?”Jack stood up, his expression bored but sharp.“Trouble.”Emma groaned, already annoyed.“Oh, come on! Can’t these idiots wait until the

The rooftop air was sharp with tension. Jack Sullivan stood alone, facing Warrior Ravol—forty years old, arrogant, and built like a war monument. His long martial shirt fluttered in the wind, and the smug glint in his eye screamed: I’ve never lost, and I won’t start now.Jack didn’t look impressed. If anything, he looked mildly annoyed.Ravol cracked his knuckles. “I gave you a chance to pick where you’d die. You chose the rooftop. Convenient. Easier to toss your body off and call it a tragic fall.”Jack’s voice was calm, bored. “Actually, I just didn’t want your blood ruining my new cinema floors. I own the place now. Try to keep up.”Behind them, Emma Brooks chewed her nails nervously, eyes darting between the two like a referee who didn’t sign up for this game.Suddenly—boots echoed from the rooftop stairs.“Stop!” a woman’s voice rang out.All heads turned.Julia Yates appeared, her figure silhouetted against the city lights. She moved with grace but urgency, her expression one of

The rooftop was dead silent. Not even the wind dared to whisper.Jack Sullivan stood still, eyes locked with The Ghost’s cold, dead gaze. Emma clung to his sleeve, heart racing, while Maxvier hovered at the edge like a lazy vulture pretending not to be concerned.But it was Rawon, silently watching from the nearby rooftop, who first noticed something chilling in The Ghost’s posture.And then—The Ghost finally spoke. Calm. Eerie. Confident.“Jack, before I kill you, I want you to understand something…”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you give me a villain monologue?”“No,” The Ghost replied. “It’s where I explain why you don’t stand a chance.”He took a step forward. His voice sharpened like a blade.“I’ve been training in seclusion for four years… under Master Steel.”The name hit like a gunshot.Emma blinked. “Who?”Julia froze. “Wait. Did he just say… Master Steel?”Even Maxvier, previously unimpressed, coughed on his own popcorn. “Okay… that’s a twist.”And Rawon?His face

The Carter family manor, once a proud symbol of wealth and influence in Texas City, stood in eerie silence. The wind carried the scent of scorched earth and fear.Jack Sullivan arrived like a quiet storm, stepping out of a matte black SUV. Rose followed close behind, silent, eyes sharp and unblinking.Charles Carter was already at the gates, hobbling on one crutch, his leg still bandaged from the last “lesson” he received. His remaining bodyguards—three tall men in suits—tightened formation as Jack approached.Jack didn’t even look at them. Instead, he lifted his phone and gave a single command.“Start the demolition.”A split second later, **BOOM—**a thunderous explosion rocked the estate.From every corner of the property, heavy machinery rolled in. Bulldozers, cranes, and explosive charges placed in advance lit up the air. Mansions crumbled. Pools exploded. Statues snapped like toys.Emma, watching via drone feed miles away, gasped. “He’s really tearing down the entire estate…”Tar

At a secluded private lounge near the Hayley estate, two of the city’s most powerful men sipped aged liquor and wore thin expressions.Head Lord Hayley swirled his drink and muttered, “So, we both bowed, and he didn’t even blink.”Head Lord Garvos chuckled. “He treated us like street performers trying to impress a god.”Hayley exhaled, leaning back. “You think he wants to take Texas City?”Garvos nodded slowly. “He doesn’t want it. But he could take it.”Hayley’s eyes narrowed. “But to become Commander—officially—he needs recognition from all major forces. The finance guilds, the commercial banks, the energy conglomerates… they won't hand power to someone just because he throws a punch.”Garvos smirked. “Then let them wait until he throws a building.”Hayley paused, tapping his glass. “What about Emma?”Garvos looked amused. “You still think your daughter stands a chance?”“She’s stubborn,” Hayley replied. “So is he. That’s a start.”Meanwhile, Jack Sullivan pulled into the driveway o