Two of the urchins reached forward to grab the belt from Nolan’s waist. He knew the value of that belt—it was worth more than anything he had left. With what little strength he had, he fought back. His body screamed in pain, but he didn’t care.One of the urchins grabbed the belt, and Nolan’s hand shot out, clutching the dirty fabric tightly.The other urchin moved in to help, but Nolan reacted quickly. He kicked him hard in the groin.“AHHH!” the urchin screamed, stumbling backward, with his hands clutching his pain.The second urchin, still holding onto the belt, froze for a moment, scared. He stepped back, looking at Nolan with fear in his eyes.“Let me go, please,” Nolan whispered weakly, his chest heaving with every breath. “If you're not here to help me, then just leave me be. Please.”The first urchin, who was still clutching his groin, laughed loudly. Then, the second one laughed. Soon, all four of them were laughing, making fun of Nolan’s pain and suffering.“You’re begging

Nolan’s eyelids fluttered.His head felt heavy… as if he had been asleep for a hundred years.He groaned softly, blinking as a strange white light stung his eyes.He expected to see broken bricks… dirt… or even the cold, stinking walls of that trash bin where he last remembered being.But when his vision cleared, Nolan found himself staring at a clean white ceiling.It wasn’t just any ceiling—it had smooth panels, with soft lights that glowed gently. It almost felt like morning sunlight was trapped inside them.He blinked again, confused.The air was fresh—too fresh.A soft hum came from one of the machines in the corner. The sheets around him were white, and warm. He wasn’t lying on the floor anymore, but on a soft hospital bed with smooth pillows under his head.He turned his head slightly.There were no syringes, no smell of disinfectant, no nurses or doctors rushing around.Instead, the place was quiet. Peaceful. Calm.But something didn’t feel right.His body stiffened.This di

Inside the room, chaos continued.The six men at the laptops were now speaking over each other.“We should freeze all trading pairs until we stabilize the token!” one man shouted.“No! That’ll make things worse. People will panic more if they can’t withdraw!”“We need to contact the cold wallet custodian. Tell him to move everything to multisig.”“I already tried—he’s not answering!”“Call Jonah! He knows the fallback code for the vault system!”“I did! His number isn’t going through!”Another man cursed loudly and slammed his palm on the desk. “We’re running out of time! We need help!”One of them picked up his phone and dialed fast. He waited, pacing back and forth.“Come on, answer... please answer,” he muttered.Another man had both hands pressed against his forehead. His eyes were red, his voice weak. “My wife just sent a message. She saw the crash on the news. She’s asking if we’ll be okay…”The pressure was heavy. Too heavy.Everyone was talking, trying, shouting, hoping.But n