The bartender's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned in closer. "Can you describe these guys who did this to you?"Logan thought for a moment, trying to recall their features. "There were two of them," he began. "One was really skinny, and the other was a bit on the heavier side. The bigger one had some dark ink on his neck, like a tattoo or something."The bartender's eyes widened in recognition. "I think I know who you're talking about," he said, sounding surprised.Logan's interest was piqued. "You do? Who are they?"The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice. "How about a deal? I'll take you to them for a hundred bucks."Logan considered the offer. He knew he could afford it, and the chance to find out who was behind the attack was too tempting to pass up. "I'm in," he replied, determined to get to the bottom of this.The bartender smiled and leaned back, resuming his duties. "Great. My shift ends at 7 p.m. Wait for me, and we'll head over to meet these guys."Logan nodded, finish
As Logan's eyes darted around the dimly lit, arena, he could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. The loud, thudding music that had accompanied the ongoing brawl was now pounding in his chest. He was certain the two bullies who had tormented him for years were here. He had followed a trail of rumors and cryptic messages to this illegal fight club in town, but now that he was standing amidst the raucous crowd, he wasn't entirely sure what to do next.A nervous thought gnawed at him: Should he report this to the police? But then the voices of doubt crept in. What if his tormentors were not here when the authorities arrived, or worse, what if they traced this tip-off back to him? The notion of retaliation seemed tempting, but it was laden with risks.Just as Logan was contemplating his next move, the system's cold, mechanical voice intruded into his thoughts, startling him. "New task, Logan," it whispered in his head, "you should take revenge on the strangers who beat you and
The roar of the crowd was deafening as Logan found himself in the ring, facing the colossal force that was 'Tank.' The referee, feeding off the audience's energy, raised the microphone once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unexpected challenger tonight! Let the fight begin!"With the referee's signal, the bell rang, and the battle commenced. Tank lunged forward like a juggernaut, his massive fists swinging with devastating force. Logan, agile and determined, tried to dodge, but Tank's reach was extraordinary. The first blow sent Logan sprawling across the canvas, the impact resonating through his body.The referee began counting, "One… two… three…"Gritting his teeth, Logan struggled to his feet. He had faced tough situations in life, but nothing compared to this. He couldn't give up; he had something to prove, not just to himself but to those who had ever underestimated him.As the fight progressed, Tank proved to be an unstoppable force. His sheer power and experience in the
Logan's instincts screamed at him to leave before the police arrived. He knew he had limited time to vanish into the crowd like the others. Yet, he hesitated, turning back to the skinny guy who now cowered on the ground, hands folded in a desperate plea. Logan's face was an unreadable mask, and the sweat that glistened on his skin betrayed the intensity of the fight he had just endured.As the skinny guy begged for mercy, his voice quivered with fear. "I told you everything you asked, man. Please, I've got nothing else to say."Logan's voice was steely as he questioned, "Did you ever listen to the pleas of the people you used to beat?"Without waiting for an answer, Logan clenched his fist and delivered one final punch. The skinny guy's eyes rolled back, and he went limp, fainting from the brutal blow. Logan left him behind, disappearing into the crowd as he hoped that the police would find him there.Amidst the frantic commotion, Logan fought his way through the sea of fleeing specta
Logan knew he had to address the situation with John. He had made a decision, one that was not easy but necessary. Soon after Tom had left, he approached John with a heavy heart, ready to explain."John, I've been giving this a lot of thought," Logan began, his voice tinged with regret. "I've decided that I won't be able to hire you as a gardener."John's eyes widened with surprise and disappointment. "But why? What did I do wrong?"Logan sighed, trying to find the right words. "I apologize, but it's a personal matter. I would really appreciate if you'd understand and I'm sorry for any inconvenience."John's disappointment quickly turned into anger. His face contorted, and he snapped, "You're a damn idiot, you know that? Wasting my time like this. Fuck you man!"Logan tried to explain further, but John wasn't interested in listening. He hurled a string of insults, questioning Logan's character and integrity before storming off in a fit of anger.As Logan watched John's retreating figu
Carter, desperate and scared, began calling out to his goons for assistance. "Mike! Tony! Rick!" he shouted, his voice tinged with panic. But there was no response from the three men who lay weak and defeated outside. They were in no condition to come to Carter's aid.Seeing that his calls were in vain, Carter clenched his fists, clearly ready for a fight. He was about to make a move when Logan stepped closer, his voice steady and unwavering. "Carter, think about it. If I could handle all of your goons, what chance do you think you have against me?"Carter's confidence wavered as he realized the truth in Logan's words. Slowly, he unfolded his hands, fear and desperation etched across his face. "Please, just tell me what you want."Logan's gaze bore into Carter, his expression unyielding. "I want to know the location of the manager, the one who's been giving me instructions. The guy who orchestrated all of this."Carter's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but Logan'
Carter lay on the floor, his face contorted in pain as he pleaded with Logan, "Alright, alright. I'll tell you, just please, no more punches."Logan, still poised for action, flexed his fists, sending a clear message to Carter. "Tell me the truth, and we'll be done with this."Carter, aware that he had no other option, slowly picked up his fallen phone from the other side of the room and raised it, awaiting Logan's permission to make a call. Logan watched him intently, his patience growing thin. "Don't play any more games, Carter."Carter, sweat beading on his forehead, nodded fervently. "No more games, I promise."With Logan's reluctant permission, Carter dialed a number he clearly knew by heart. After a few rings, a voice on the other end answered, "Yeah, what do you want?"Carter, his voice trembling, spoke the words Logan had been waiting to hear. "I need you to track a vehicle. The plate number is KXW-375B."The voice on the other end of the call responded quickly, "Alright, whe
Logan's heart raced as the taxi came to a halt in front of the address provided by Carter. He paid the driver, who offered one more piece of advice about getting his injury checked, but Logan was on a mission and brushed it off.With Carter's SIM card now in his phone, Logan dialed the number of the guy who monitored the tracker. "Hello," Logan began. "I'm at the old warehouse, where are you at?" In response, Carter's guy told him to wait that he'd be out soon, directing Logan as he headed outside. Logan followed the directions provided by the voice on the other end of the call, leading him inside a large building.As he climbed the stairs, Logan's thoughts raced. He couldn't shake the fear that Carter had somehow broken free and called this muscular guy to deal with him. The intense atmosphere weighed on him, and when the guy noticed Logan's anxious demeanor, he inquired more than once about what was bothering him. Logan brushed it off, claiming it was nothing.Finally, they reached