The saleswoman's voice turned sharp as she scolded Logan, "I demand that you leave the suit and go!" Her loud objections drew the attention of the two gentlemen nearby, who walked over to the scene. One of the men reprimanded the saleswoman, saying, "You shouldn't embarrass potential customers like this." He then turned to Logan and asked, "What brings you here? Are you interested in buying the suit?"Logan, grateful for the intervention, explained, "She's been stopping me from buying it." The other gentleman supported Logan and told the saleswoman, "Step aside Fionna, let him examine the suit. We'll see if he can afford it. Can he try it on?"The saleswoman, still displeased, retorted, "Customers like him can't just try on suits without a deposit. I doubt he can afford it." The other two men exchanged surprised glances, taken aback by her judgment.Determined to prove himself, Logan reached into his wallet and carefully counted out the money. He sensed their skepticism as he placed
Logan walked through the early evening, still fuming over his encounter with the rude saleswoman. He couldn't believe how some people could behave so callously in this century, and he secretly hoped that she'd lose her job for her behavior. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the streets, Logan decided to take a leisurely stroll home. He thought the fresh air might help him clear his mind. However, as he moved further along the path, he couldn't help but notice two young men behind him. They walked with a strange urgency, and Logan couldn't shake the feeling that they had been following him since he left the boutique.He tried to wave off his negative thoughts, thinking he might be paranoid, but the feeling of being pursued persisted. As he turned into a narrow side road, he glanced back to see if they would stop following him. To his dismay, they continued down the narrow path without hesitation.Logan decided to hide momentarily behind a building, peeking ou
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'