Inside the police station, Ryan felt his heart racing. The officers guided his every step, and clomping shoes formed a tense rhythm that accompanied his footsteps. He tried to swallow the panic that swept through him. A few reporters stared at him, but they weren't allowed in when he went inside. This relieved Ryan. At least there were no more annoying eyes of the reporters.When they entered the interrogation room, the door opened, and unfamiliar faces looked at him with curiosity and, often, scorn. Ryan tried to hold his head up, showing that he still had a bit of self-respect.Shortly after he sat down, the sound of the door opening again broke the silence. A large man with a stern aura entered. His face looked fierce, but there was something familiar in his gaze. Ryan recognized the man as his father."Ryan!" his father's voice echoed, filling the interrogation room with concern. His father rushed forward, but his steps halted at the sight of Ryan's handcuffed hands. A look of ang
Carson sat on a wooden bench in a quiet little park, feeding the pigeons that swarmed around him. The atmosphere around him was calm. The sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing gently gave him a sense of peace. He tossed some bread, enjoying the simple moment.However, the tranquility was interrupted when a man approached her. The man's face looked tense as if carrying heavy news. Carson turned his head, raising an eyebrow."Sir," the man began, voice low and serious. "The police arrested Ryan. What should we do next?" The man asked.Carson paused momentarily, looked at the swarming birds, then nodded. "Nothing. Go back to work. I'll contact you later through Darwis. Don't do anything without my orders."The man nodded. "All right, if that's what you want. Then we'll take our leave," he said.After a while, the man left Carson, still throwing breadcrumbs at the pigeons in front of him. He looked so calm, as if nothing had happened at all."He was arrested. That's how it should b
"Step aside. Let me handle this," Carson said firmly, his voice brimming with confidence. However, some of the crowd looked at him with suspicion and scrutiny. One man in the front row raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. He didn’t trust Carson. From his appearance, Carson didn’t look like a doctor—more like a bodyguard with his large, muscular build. “Who are you? Do you really think you can treat this old woman?” he asked, his tone dripping with contempt. The man snorted, “You seem to think you know everything. Are you a doctor?” Carson shook his head, his sharp eyes locking onto the man. "No." The man laughed mockingly and glanced at the people around him. He had expected as much—Carson wasn’t a doctor, and he was convinced Carson’s words were just nonsense. In his view, Carson’s presence wasn’t irrelevant and didn’t affect anything. “So, what can you do? We’ve already called an ambulance. If you’re not a doctor, you should just stay quiet. You’re not helping this old
Carson continued what he was doing. Sweat dripped down his forehead as acupuncture required immense focus. A single mistake could worsen the condition of the elderly woman he was treating or even cost her life. His pride was on the line.“Do you all trust this stranger? If it were me, I wouldn’t. He’s probably just a fraud, pretending to know what he’s doing,” the man said again.He kept taunting Carson, who was concentrating deeply. Carson felt frustrated but knew he had to remain calm. Losing focus could lead to a fatal error. Without hesitation, Carson inserted two needles into specific points in his ears, cutting off his hearing. Everything became quiet. The man’s incessant ranting faded into the background, though the people around were starting to get irritated. They gave the man sharp looks, causing him to lower his head in embarrassment, though he still harbored resentment toward Carson.After a few tense minutes, the elderly woman began to show signs of recovery. Her breathin
The situation had calmed down. People had dispersed in various directions, their footsteps leaving traces on the empty street. Carson watched the crowd slowly fade away, contemplating his next move. He was still unsure what to do afterwards. He decided to head home first. Someone tapped him on the shoulder just as he was about to leave.Carson frowned before turning around and seeing the woman who had smiled at him earlier. She now stood with a confused expression. Seeing her like this made Carson curious."What’s wrong?" Carson asked in a flat tone, though he smiled. He tried to be polite, appreciating that the woman had helped him convince the crowd to step aside when he was treating the elderly woman earlier. Carson believed in being kind to those who were kind to him.The woman scratched her head, her eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. She seemed hesitant to express what was bothering her. Taking a deep breath, she scratched her head again. She was truly unce
Carson got into his car and decided to head home. He felt satisfied with what had transpired today. Despite being frustrated a few times, the day had been quite good overall. His business was running smoothly, and several new companies had been founded, with investors already on board. This was a very promising development.Many people were interested because they knew a War God or general was behind the business. Yet none knew that this general or War God was actually Carson. They recognized his title and reputation without knowing the man behind it.Once he got home, Carson took a short break while reading reports from his subordinates. His eyes scanned through the numbers and notes, absorbing every important detail for decision-making. He nodded in satisfaction repeatedly.A moment later, Alison entered the room carrying warm tea and some fruit for Carson. Seeing his wife’s thoughtfulness and care, Carson smiled widely. He felt very happy with these small gestures of attention. Not
People were terrified when the man pulled out a gun. The lively, joyful atmosphere of the party quickly turned into panic. Some people screamed, while others immediately ran away, creating a chaotic crowd. Some even left the party altogether. No one was untouched by fear—except Carson. Alison, standing next to Carson, was frightened. She clung tightly to her husband's arm, her fingers trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes wide as she tried to pull Carson away. But Carson had no intention of leaving. "No, we have to go!" she whispered, her voice shaky and filled with fear. However, Carson stood firm, calm amid the chaos. His face showed no sign of fear. Instead of fear, he appeared deep in thought, formulating a plan. He even smiled. This infuriated the man in front of him, who pressed the gun harder against Carson's body. "You think I'm playing around, huh? I'll kill you," the man threatened. Despite being treated that way, with the gun already against his chest, Carson sho
The people around were visibly impressed and respectful toward the man standing before Carson. This man was the vice leader of the Raven squad. It was an extraordinary sight since not everyone could witness someone of such rank. His presence signified greatness.According to rumors, the Raven squad was a unit formed in recent years that served as the secret weapon of the Aria nation. Every mission they undertook was executed flawlessly, with a 99% success rate and almost no failures. This made it natural that the squad's leader was hidden from public knowledge. Special forces were meant to remain mysterious to prevent their information from falling into enemy hands."You don't understand, which is why you keep asking me the name of our leader," the man said to Carson, his voice firm yet arrogant. He looked down on Carson with disdain.Carson responded with a small smile. He knew the Raven squad all too well. The nonsense this man in front of him was spouting was lies. Carson was the n