"What is it? Tell me now!!" Anderson urged, anxious."I just received a confidential document sent from higher up." Gregory said."What confidential document?" Anderson asked, surprised."Our superiors also realize that this city of Lightharbor is too chaotic and facing many issues. Many people in key positions within the city's leadership are corrupt and of poor character. Therefore, our superiors have decided to establish a secret investigative commission." Gregory explained."So, it's about that. But I'm just a man who's been at war all year round, what does that have to do with me?" Anderson asked."It does! It's directly related to you. The higher-ups know that you are originally from Lightharbor, born and raised here. Currently, you are on leave at home. Therefore, they have appointed you as the head of the investigation team." Gregory revealed."What? I still have to work during my vacation? How can this still be called a vacation?" Anderson grimaced, clearly displeased."Broth
But Anderson quickly waved his hand to cut him off: "Enough! No need to discuss it further! I've made my decision. Just follow it!""Understood, General Campbell!" Gregory had no choice but to comply with Anderson's plan."Moreover, to catch the big fish, I can't let anyone find out my true identity. So, tell the task force to alter my personal records." Anderson said."What exactly should we do, sir?" Gregory asked, frowning."It's not complicated, just ask the higher-ups to encrypt my information at the highest level and only show on the public records that I'm a regular special forces soldier." Anderson explained."Got it! I'll get right on it." Gregory said, then hurried off.At the same time, Tobias Obrien, Chairman of the City Law Council, received a call from the Cruz family asking him to investigate Anderson's identity.Tobias Obrien couldn't refuse a request from the wealthiest family in the city, so he personally looked into Anderson's records.After some research, he discov
In a large room at the end of the corridor, a man with a thick beard sat next to four other men.He was the leader of the Fierce Tiger gang, one of those involved in killing Timothy, the very man Anderson was searching for.Suddenly, several thugs pushed Kelly into the room, one of them excitedly said: "Brother Thu, look what we've just caught, a beautiful girl right off the street.""Good, quickly take off her hood and let me see." Youssef commanded.The subordinate immediately removed Kelly’s hood.As the hood came off, Kelly realized she was in a large, sealed room. A man with a scruffy beard stared intently at her, and a few other men in black stood around him.Kelly quickly grasped the gravity of her situation; she was terrified, trembling all over, and tried to scream, but her mouth was still taped shut.Kelly had never seen Youssef before; she did not know he was the notorious leader of the Fierce Tiger gang, also the murderer of Timothy – Anderson’s foster father.Youssef cold
"What have you brought me here for??" Kelly had never heard of any Wonderland Club, but as soon as she was brought in, she smelled the strong smoke and heard loud voices, guessing this was certainly not a good place."What for? Obviously, to have you work for us later on." Youssef sneered."Dream on, I'd rather die than work in a filthy place like this!" Kelly angrily responded."Of course, you wouldn't want to work here just yet, but after my guys record a few intimate videos between us, you’ll have to obey." Youssef laughed, clearly pleased with himself."I have no quarrel with you people, why do you want to harm me?" Kelly realized she was about to be violated and was completely cornered, but still wanted to try to prolong the conversation to look for a way to escape, so she continued to find something to ask Youssef.Kelly could never have imagined that she would end up in this den of evil; this was truly a horrifying disaster for her."True, there's no grievance between us, but m
Gregory was a three-star lieutenant. Someone like him couldn’t possibly accompany Anderson to such a dangerous place without bringing some backup!With this thought, Kelly felt much calmer."Want to come here for revenge? How many people did you bring?" Youssef asked arrogantly."To deal with small fries like you, why would we need many people to make a scene? Just the two of us are more than enough." Anderson said coldly.Kelly was surprised to hear this. How could Anderson and Gregory dare to enter the den of the Fierce Tiger gang alone without reinforcements? Were they too arrogant?"Haha, you two nobodies dare to invade my territory without help, truly as bold as if you were deaf to the danger! Your arrogance is irritating! If you want to die that badly, I'll grant your wish!" Youssef said, laughing maniacally."Let’s see who dies first! I will turn your Wonderland into a living hell." Anderson smirked."Fine! If you're capable, come here and kill me!" Youssef, wanting no more idl
Seeing Youssef lunging, Anderson swung a heavy punch right in the middle of his forehead."Ah…" Youssef screamed and was thrown backward."Bang…" His back hit the wall with a loud thud.Then his body slid down the wall to the floor, blood staining a section of the wall.Now his face was pale, devoid of any blood, lying crumpled on the ground like a dying dog, completely motionless.Catching sight of Anderson's swinging fist, the boss of the Fierce Tiger gang lay sprawled on the ground, Kelly was stunned!She thought to herself, Anderson, always regarded as ineffective, was a man of many secrets. It was unfortunate that Lauren was not here to witness her husband's fierce and heroic demeanor.In the eyes of many, the force of the Fierce Tiger gang was immensely fearsome, but in front of Anderson, they seemed just like a bunch of bugs, easily squashed.When she first heard that Mr. Timothy had been killed by this criminal gang, she thought Anderson had no chance of avenging his father. Y
In a café, a young man about 25 years old, deeply engrossed in his laptop screen, was suddenly approached by a server who said: “Sir, you’ve been sitting here for over five hours with just one cup of coffee. Could you please order something else or give up the table for other customers?” The young man looked up at the server, then around the café, which had only a few customers and several empty tables. It was clear they were tactfully trying to ask him to leave. Out of options, he was broke and couldn't go home where his wife's family always despised and looked down on him, urging him to be independent. If not for a project he urgently needed to submit to his boss, he wouldn’t have been at the café using their Wi-Fi like this. He looked at the server and pleaded: "Could I possibly have another half hour? I need to urgently finish this project and hand it over to my boss.” “Look, if you don’t have money, don’t come to a café and sit for half the day. And now you’re begging to stay
Anderson stares at his laptop, then looks around, as if he's the only one hearing this. The magical light emerges from his laptop, swirling around his head, turning into a transparent screen in front of him, displaying his personal information. The mechanical voice speaks again: “Meeting is fate, Host. As a welcome gift, the system grants you One Hundred Trillion USD legally, please accept it.” Soon after, Anderson's phone lights up, its long-ago cracked screen now healed as if it was never damaged. His bank balance shows a deposit of one million dollars, not the One Hundred Trillion as the system had mentioned. But as if reading his thoughts, the system says: “Host will receive rewards after each mission completion, starting with one million dollars, then ten million, maybe even one hundred million, a billion,... until the total gift amount reaches One Hundred Trillion USD.” This is... magical. The system, the rewards, things that seem like they only exist in movies, are really ha