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
Logan hurried towards a nearby parking lot, his mind racing with the newfound information he had obtained. He needed to get to the last known location where his former boss and Carter's car had been recorded, but before he could hail a cab, his phone began to ring.He picked up the call, his voice calm and collected as he greeted, "Hello?"On the other end of the line, a matured man's voice seethed with anger. "You're Logan, right? How could you walk into my house and do that to my son?"Logan's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice. It was Carter's dad, and he was fuming. The threat in the man's tone was clear, as he vowed to lock Logan up and deal with him both legally and illegally.Realization washed over Logan, and he cursed himself for not removing Carter's SIM card sooner. In a moment of quick thinking, he cut the call abruptly, grateful that he hadn't revealed any more information.With a sigh of relief, Logan decided to change his route. He found a different car and
Logan's senses slowly returned as he found himself in a cold, dark room. The atmosphere was heavy, and the surroundings felt like a basement, with the faint scent of dampness in the air. Panic seized him as he realized he was bound to a chair, his arms and legs securely tied. He struggled, pulling against the tight restraints, but the ropes held fast.A mocking voice sliced through the darkness. "You shouldn't bother, Logan. Those ropes are designed to withstand far more struggle than you can muster."The words sent a chill down Logan's spine, and he craned his neck to see the source of the voice. The basement light bulb flickered to life, revealing his former boss, Mr. Williams, standing before him, a malicious grin etched across his face. Beside Mr. Williams stood a hulking stranger, an imposing figure who appeared to be his bodyguard.Laughter echoed through the grim room as Mr. Williams leaned in closer to Logan. "You thought you could find me, didn't you, Logan? You thought you c
As Logan emerged from the fiery basement into the building's first floor, he found himself in a living nightmare. Smoke and flames consumed the hallway in both directions, cutting off any easy escape. The acrid odor of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, choking him as he gasped for breath. Panic surged through him as he realized that his path to the front door was blocked by an inferno.Desperation drove him to the back of the house, and with each step, the fire crept closer. He reached a room with a window, its glass panes already starting to crack from the heat. Without hesitation, Logan smashed the window with his elbow, sending shards of glass tinkling to the ground outside. The escape route was within reach, but as he jumped through the window, the fire followed him.There was a deafening explosion as the room ignited, a searing burst of flames that sent Logan flying through the air. The blast singed his clothes and burned his skin, but fate was on his side. He landed wit
Logan had been simmering with anger ever since he watched the news about his former boss, Mr. Williams, turning himself in at the police station. His frustration reached a boiling point, and he couldn't contain his temper any longer. The need for justice consumed him, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.With a determined look on his face, he retrieved his phone and dialed the number he had found for the original owner of the canteen, Mr. Peterson. The phone rang, and a female voice answered, "Hello, who is this?"Logan wasted no time and replied urgently, "I have urgent information for Mr. Peterson. It's about your former employee, Mr. Williams."The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hold on, please. I'll see if Mr. Peterson is available."Logan tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for the main owner to come on the line. He had no intention of waiting for too long, given the urgency of the situation. Finally, a man's voice came through t