As Logan continued to move through the crowd, the two men who had been following him pretended to engage in a casual conversation. Their actions were anything but inconspicuous, and Logan could sense their eyes on him. He knew they had recognized him and were following him with ominous intentions.A thought crossed Logan's mind, a brief temptation to confront them, to ask to see their boss and explain himself. But before he could act on it, they abruptly changed direction and started heading back to where they had come from. Logan wasn't buying it; something wasn't right.Panicking, he tried to blend into the growing crowd, his mind racing for an escape plan. He regretted ever coming here; being spotted by the bikers first had sealed his fate, making it unlikely that anyone of them would listen to his explanations.Desperation etched on his face, Logan finally managed to immerse himself in a dense throng of people. He felt a bit safer, but his heart still pounded with fear. His backpa
Baton and his gang burst into mocking laughter. Baton raised his hand as if to applaud Logan's audacity. "You hear that, guys? Our new friend here thinks we aren't his buddies."The laughter died down, and Baton's expression turned cold. "Thanks for the money, kid," he said with a wicked smile, "but we're not leaving you until you regret messing with us."With a signal from Baton, his henchmen began to close in on Logan, their fists clenched and expressions menacing. Logan's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the blows started to rain down on him. Pain surged through his body, and his vision blurred with tears.Amidst the beating, Logan's thoughts raced. He had walked into a nightmare, and there seemed to be no way out. He had hoped that giving them the money would buy his freedom, but it had only made things worse. As Baton's gang continued their merciless assault, Logan clung to the hope that somehow, he would find a way to escape this ordeal and put an end to the relentless cycle
Logan slowly stirred, waking up to the soft reflection of sunlight filtering into his hospital room. He looked around, feeling considerably better than before, but something was amiss – Daniel wasn't there.Frowning, he tried to sit up and reach for the clock to check the time. Just as he was about to move, a nurse walked in, her presence overbearing his movements. She greeted him with a warm smile but then noticed his intent to rise."Easy there," she said gently. "You're not fully healed yet."Logan ignored her for a moment, his focus on finding the clock. He needed to know what time it was.The nurse, patient but slightly concerned, pointed to a wall clock above his head. "It's a little past noon, Mr. Logan."Satisfied with the answer, Logan finally addressed her question. "How long have I been here?"The nurse's gaze softened as she replied, "You've been here for two days, recovering."Logan's eyes widened as he processed the information. He couldn't afford to stay here any longer
Logan's heart raced as he opened the door, seeing his former boss, the same man who had once employed him but now looked a little less angry and wore a disconcerting smile.The boss noticed the fresh bruises on Logan's face and couldn't help but comment, "Logan, you're going to get yourself killed if you keep getting involved in whatever you've joined."Logan didn't feel like explaining himself anymore. He was tired of trying to make people understand that he hadn't joined anyone. He asked, "What are you doing here? I thought we came to an understanding."The boss nodded, his smile never fading. "We did, Logan, but it wasn't a complete understanding. There's more to discuss."Logan's eyebrows furrowed as his former boss handed him another set of documents to sign. Logan took the papers, his eyes scanning the text carefully. As he read, his eyes widened in disbelief.The boss explained, "You see, Logan, after assessing the full cost of the damages, we've realized that you'll need to pa
Logan knew he had to distance himself from the chaos he had unwittingly caused. Panic coursed through his veins as he limped away from the wreckage, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the judgmental stares of the store's patrons. All eyes were on him, and it felt as if the weight of the entire store was bearing down upon him.His desperate retreat, however, was abruptly interrupted by a deep, authoritative voice calling out from behind. Logan turned, his heart sinking, as he faced some of the store's workers who had rushed to the scene.One of the employees, a burly man with a stern expression, pointed a accusing finger at Logan. "It was him," he declared, confirming Logan's identity to the growing crowd of witnesses. "He's the one who caused this mess!"The store's workers, all wearing matching uniforms, began to converge on Logan, their anger and frustration evident. They berated him for the destruction he had caused, their voices rising in unison like an
Logan, his patience wearing thin, responded with a cold, "I already paid for that."He moved to walk away again, but Tyler reached out, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder, trying to halt him. "Hey, come on, Logan. Let us take you back to the store and sort this out properly."Logan removed Tyler's hand from his shoulder with a sharp motion. "I don't need your help, Tyler. I've settled it. Now, just let me be."Tyler hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion as he wondered how Logan could have had access to such a substantial amount of money those products worth. His curiosity got the better of him, and he trailed after Logan, asking, "Seriously, Logan, how did you get that kind of cash so quickly? How much did they charge you?"Logan didn't respond, maintaining his determined stride forward. But just as he thought he might have escaped their clutches, Tyler made a dangerous move. With a sudden burst of anger, he shoved Logan forcefully against the wall of a nearby build
Chapter 62Logan left the scene of his victorious confrontation with Carter's gang, a surprising smile tugging at the corners of his battered face. The system's voice echoed in his head, congratulating him on a successful task saying, "congratulations host on being successful. The tip promised would be revealed under the next 48 hours." Logan couldn't help but wonder how the system would deliver this mysterious reward, but he decided not to dwell on it for now. The reward he had received for the task was more than enough to occupy his thoughts and all he had to do was wait.As he walked away, however, the pain from his bandaged areas intensified, a stark reminder of the damage he had endured and inflicted during the fight. Logan knew he had to tend to his injuries, but the closest hospital would only raise questions about his frequent scuffles, something he wanted to avoid. He opted to head home, where he had first aid supplies to patch himself up.Logan flagged down a cab, and as he
As Logan sat on the uncomfortable chair in the police station, he watched the officers go about their daily activities. The station was a bustling place, with people coming and going throughout the day. Logan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as the hours passed. The open entrance door was a constant reminder of the outside world, tempting him with the possibility of escape. However, he knew all too well the consequences of such a rash decision.As the day slowly turned into evening, Logan's anxiety deepened. He knew that Carter and his gang would stop at nothing to ensure he stayed locked up. Carter's father, a lawyer who had always pampered his son, could prove to be a formidable adversary in this situation.Logan continued to sit in the police station, his thoughts racing, wondering how he had ended up in this predicament. At one point, the idea of making a run for it crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Running would only make him look guilty, and he had n