As Logan moved further, a group of men emerged from the shadows, wielding bats.They gave Logan no room for negotiation as they quickly launched a fight, fierce and chaotic. Logan, outnumbered, held his ground, dodging blows and retaliating with calculated strikes. The bats swung with lethal intent, and each hit echoed through the night. Logan's body absorbed the impact, but his resilience fueled his determination.The battle raged on, but every time Logan attempted a counterattack, a bat would intercept, denying him the chance to land a decisive blow. It was a dance of shadows, a relentless assault that pushed Logan to the brink.Despite the odds, Logan fought back, summoning strength from deep within. He endured the onslaught, his movements a testament to his unwavering resolve. Slowly, he turned the tide, landing powerful punches and disarming the assailants.As the last foe crumpled to the ground, battered and defeated, Logan emerged victorious. Weakened but not broken, Logan ent
As Logan almost finished his bath, the system's voice resonated in his mind, "congratulations host on successfully completing the task. Your IQ has been upgraded to help you tackle tasks quicker." Bewildered by this unexpected reward, Logan pondered the implications of an enhanced intellect. It also sounded funny and untrue but he was too exhausted to start bothering his mind with such thoughts.Heading to his bed, Logan settled in for some much-needed rest. The events of the night lingered in his thoughts, but the promise of an upgraded IQ fueled a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead.The next morning, the persistent ringing of his phone pierced through the haze of sleep. Groggily answering, Logan found himself on the line with one of his housekeepers. With a reminder in his drowsy voice, Logan questioned why they were back so soon, having instructed them to stay at the hotel until he had gathered his thoughts.His worker explained that they returned for their morning duties but
As Logan lay sprawled on the pavement, the city's cacophony now mingled with concerned pedestrian voices. A woman's worried voice pierced through the haze, "Someone call an ambulance! He looks really bad!"Another voice chimed in, "Is he okay? Should we try waking him up?"Logan, caught in the ebb and flow of consciousness, felt the pull of awareness. He struggled to open his eyes, the sunlight stabbing into his throbbing head. The voices around him grew clearer as he glimpsed concerned faces hovering above."Hey, buddy, can you hear us?" a man asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.Logan managed to crack open one eye, squinting at the blurry faces. He mumbled, "What... happened?""You collapsed, man. We've called an ambulance. Just hang in there," another voice reassured him.Closing his eye again, Logan let the ambient sounds fade into a distant hum. It was as if he floated in a transient realm between consciousness and unconsciousness, where reality and the shadows of his own
As Franklin dropped the bombshell about Logan's father, Logan's frustration reached a boiling point as Franklin replied his question with another question. "Why are you suddenly interested in your family? I thought you made it clear that you don't care about your heritage!" Franklin responded seriously as he calmly walked out of the room, leaving Logan seething. In the corridor outside, Franklin encountered Sam, who had been eavesdropping. Sam questioned him quickly, "Why didn't you tell him? He has the right to know."Franklin in response, glanced at Sam with a knowing look. "He needs to long for it Sam. Only then will he truly value his family."Sam, skeptical, asked, "Are you sure this will work?"Franklin urged, "Believe in me, Sam. I want Logan to be the one to find us this time. We've paid his bills, but he needs to discover his roots on his own."Meanwhile, back in the hospital room, Logan's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The revelation about his father's demise
Logan's fingers fumbled with the phone, and in his perplexed state, Logan found himself standing outside, absentmindedly picking up leaves.Peeling the leaves off one by one, Logan mumbled to himself, caught in a bizarre inner debate. "Call them, don't call them," he muttered, each torn leaf leaving him more uncertain about the course of action he should take. Finally, as if the leaves held the key to his dilemma, he stopped at "call them," staring at the crumpled foliage in his hands."Why am I doing this? If they were really my family, they would have called me after I sneaked out of the hospital," Logan reasoned aloud, the absurdity of his leafy divination not lost on him. Yet, the uncanny resemblance he had stumbled upon lingered in his mind, a persistent whisper of doubt.Unable to shake off the disquiet, Logan tossed the leaves aside and returned to his laptop. As daybreak painted the sky, he continued scrutinizing the images of the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to him. Th
The sun hung high in the sky as Logan made his way to the canteen, his newly appointed managerial role looming over him like a weighty secret. As he approached, the familiar smells of cooking and the clatter of dishes brought a strange sense of comfort. Stepping inside, he was greeted by the welcoming faces of his former co-workers."Logan! Look who decided to show up," Maria, his former colleague, the lively waitress, exclaimed, her grin infectious.Logan returned the smile, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Hey, Maria! Good to see you all again."The bustling canteen felt like a reunion, but one face was noticeably absent. Logan scanned the room, and his eyes landed on the empty space where Daniel, used to be but felt like he'd show up over time."Where's Daniel?" Logan asked, looking around with a furrowed brow.One of the cooks shrugged. "Haven't seen him today. Maybe he's running late."Curiosity tugging at him, Logan decided to head to Mr Williams office, which was now
The nurse nodded in response to Logan's inquiry, her expression holding a hint of guarded reserve. Logan scrutinized her closely, a sense growing within him that extracting information from her would be an uphill battle."I'll ask around then, thanks," Logan said, deciding to leave. He felt a peculiar reluctance to stay, as if an unspoken barrier stood between him and the truth."Why are you leaving, Logan? You should stay and let us continue treating you. If Mr. Franklin hadn't taken care of your bills, the hospital wouldn't have been so lenient," the nurse remarked, her gaze steady on him.Logan, his mind grappling with the sudden realization about the bills, replied, "I know it's taken care of. I appreciate it. I'll be fine; I just need some time to recover fully." Although he had no aware that Franklin had paid it, also wondering why he forgot about this.The nurse, persistent in her concern, suggested, "Come with me. We need to make sure that internal injury doesn't lead to compl
Logan approached the door to his hospital room with caution, putting on an act like he was ready to comply with the gangsters' demands. "I ain't looking for trouble," he declared, anxiety making his palms sweat. Stepping inside, he took a deep breath, scanning the room for options. The sterile surroundings offered little, but his eyes locked onto the window.On his toes, Logan made a spontaneous decision to make a run for it through the window. He rushed to the bedside, checking the distance to the nearest building. It seemed too far for a direct leap, but then he spotted another patient's window to the side. A glimmer of hope ignited as he considered the possibility of finding safety that way.Quick thinking led Logan to grab his bedsheets, deftly folding them into a makeshift rope. The sound of approaching footsteps startled him, prompting him to toss the improvised rope under the bed. He covered himself with the bedspread, a frown etched on his face as an unknown visitor entered th