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
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h