CHAPTER 41 : A TEST OR A PLEA FOR HELP? That evening, the sky over Crex City turned a warm shade of orange. A gentle breeze carried the scent of damp earth, lingering after the afternoon rain. Roy had just finished reviewing the finances at the TFT clinic when his phone vibrated on the desk. He picked it up and saw Marco's name on the screen. "Mr. Marco?" he greeted briefly. "Roy, sorry to bother you. My wife is unwell. She often faints even with slight exhaustion. Can you come over and take a look at her?" Marco’s voice was noticeably softer than usual. Roy raised an eyebrow. Strange. Marco, a well-known logical and skeptical police officer, was suddenly asking for his help? Was this a genuine plea, or just another test to prove his abilities? After a few seconds of thought, Roy replied, "Alright, I'll be there soon." He grabbed his car keys and stepped outside. His sleek black Pagani Huayra Roadster sat neatly parked in front of the clinic. Passersby cast admiring glance

CHAPTER 43 : INNER WAR That morning, the sunlight streaming through the windows of Sora’s grand house felt warm. The clock had just struck ten, but the atmosphere in the spacious living room was tense. Several people sat around a long table, staring at one another with serious expressions. Roy sat on one side of the table, leaning back casually, yet his sharp eyes observed every face in the room. William, the elderly man who had come to regard Roy as his own grandson, looked restless. He let out a long sigh before speaking. “I… honestly, I hate dragging you into this, Roy,” William repeated heavily. “Charly’s problem is an old one, something that should have been settled five years ago. But now he’s back, and it seems he’ll do whatever it takes to seize control of Crex.” Roy remained silent, letting William continue. “Charly is cunning. He’s not just an ordinary criminal. He has a vast network—no one knows where he gets his resources. Five years ago, the four of us—Sora, Rube

CHAPTER 45 : THE DESTRUCTION The clock struck midnight when the TFT Clinic was struck by an unexpected disaster. The deafening roar of motorcycles shattered the silence surrounding the clinic. The dim streetlights barely managed to cast fleeting shadows of the dozens of motorcycles that came to a halt in front of the building. Rough-looking thugs dismounted from their bikes, clad in dark leather jackets and ripped jeans. Some wielded baseball bats, while others gripped iron chains. One of them, a man with a snake tattoo coiled around his arm, stepped forward and sneered at the clinic. "This is the place," he muttered, spitting out a piece of chewing gum onto the pavement. Without further warning, another thug swung his baseball bat at the clinic’s glass front door. The thick glass cracked before shattering into countless shards with a resounding crash that echoed down the street. "HAHAHAHA!" Their laughter filled the dark night. As if following an unspoken command, the gro

CHAPTER 47 : BEATING THAT KIDThe clock had just struck 6:30 AM. The cold air from outside the villa seemed to penetrate deeper as Roy, Gora, and Bing entered Hory’s bedroom. After successfully breaking into the villa, they moved swiftly, climbing the stairs towards their target room. There was no echoing sound, only the heavy footsteps of their boots on the marble floors of the grand villa. Bing swiftly opened the bedroom door, and before them was a scene far different from what they had expected.Hory, still fast asleep, was suddenly jolted awake. Beside him, a prostitute, who was lying on her back, appeared startled as the door creaked open. They both immediately jumped up, their wide-open eyes struggling to adjust to the shocking reality. In an instant, they realized that the people standing at the door were unwelcome enemies.Roy moved quickly. Without saying a word, he lunged forward and slapped Hory’s face with his raised right hand. The strike was loud, deafening, and shattere

CHAPTER 49 : SOMETHING DISTURBS THE COMFORTIt was 8 PM when Roy drove his black Pagani Huayra Roadster along the quiet road towards Zelda’s house. The MegaFood restaurant they had just left was now far behind, and the calm night in the city of Crex added a sense of peace to their journey. Despite the chaos that loomed outside the city, it felt as if this place was the only remaining haven of tranquility.Zelda sat next to Roy, looking relaxed, though her eyes frequently glanced toward the young man in the driver’s seat. During dinner, they had talked about many things—William’s aging, Sora’s improving health, and some rumors circulating about an underground group plotting to disrupt the peace of the city."Roy, you know," Zelda said softly, almost like a mumble, "if I had a daughter, I might have arranged a marriage between her and you."Roy glanced at her for a moment, staring at Zelda’s face, which seemed serious despite the small smile on her lips. Roy furrowed his brow, not entir