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
Later that night, Logan was jolted from a fitful sleep by the sound of commotion in the surrounding cells. As he opened his eyes, the dim prison lights revealed several hefty, intimidating men in prison uniforms entering his cell. Fear surged through him as he wondered what these men were doing in his space.Logan sat up, his heart pounding, and confusion clouding his mind. He couldn't fathom why these men had singled him out. One of them approached with a photo and a flashlight, the beam directed right into Logan's eyes. Logan instinctively raised his right hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light, squinting to get a better look at the photograph as the stranger demanded if he knew the guy in the picture.In the photo was Carter's face, unmistakably recognizable. Logan took a deep breath, swallowing his fear, and responded, "Yes, I know him."The man holding the photograph let out an exclamation of disbelief. "So, you knew him and still did what you did?"Logan's voice quivere
Logan's relief was palpable, and he rushed to the door, his voice shaking with urgency. "I was attacked last night! Some prisoners came into my cell, and they had keys to get in! Look at what they did to me."The two officers exchanged a brief, uncertain glance, their expressions unreadable. One of them, the older of the two, seemed to recall Logan's injuries from the previous day. He reminded Logan, "You had injuries when you were arrested yesterday."Logan nodded frantically, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, but I was beaten again last night! Look, I have new injuries!" He lifted his shirt to reveal the fresh bruises that marred his already battered body.The officer who had spoken earlier interjected, his tone stern, "Listen, kid, we have orders to release you. Unless you want to stay in this cell, I suggest you come with us."Logan hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the dimly lit cellblock, searching for any sign of the prisoners from the previous night. But there was n
Logan was led to a hospital room, where he was carefully examined and treated by the medical staff. The nurse attending to him was efficient and gentle, her hands skilled in the art of tending to injuries. Logan winced as she cleaned and bandaged his wounds, the stinging sensation a reminder of the physical toll he had endured.Once his injuries had been tended to, Logan felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The hospital bed seemed inviting, and he allowed himself to succumb to the drowsiness that had been building since the ordeal at the police station.He drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. The hours passed by unnoticed, and when he finally stirred, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. His body ached, but he was determined to leave the hospital and face the world outside once more.With determination in his eyes, Logan sat up on the hospital bed. He unplugged the various medical devices that were attached to him, making sure to do so with care. His decision
A sense of jubilation welled up within him, and Logan couldn't contain his laughter. He had been given a lifeline, a chance to expose the criminals who had tormented him and finally secure his freedom. The road ahead might still be perilous, but at least now he had a clear direction, and the knowledge that he was not alone in this battle.Logan reclined on his bed, still processing the shocking information he had uncovered on the flash drive. The video he had watched exposed the Baton gang's illegal activities and, more importantly, their use of a paint company called 'ColorCraft Coatings' as a front to transport crystal meth. It was a revelation that had sent ripples of both excitement and dread through him.The information was a double-edged sword, a powerful weapon that could potentially free him from the clutches of the Baton gang. However, it was also a dangerous secret that could lead to retaliation if not handled carefully. Logan knew that he couldn't involve the police; the ga
Determined and desperate to find a way into the gathering, Logan scanned his surroundings for any potential openings. It was clear that the two meth heads guarding the entrance had no intention of letting him through without the mysterious password. Logan had to think of a plan, and he had to do it quickly.Not far from him, he noticed a couple of ladies engaged in animated conversation. They were chatting excitedly about something, unaware of Logan's presence. He saw an opportunity and approached them, a friendly smile on his face."Excuse me, ladies," he began, trying to act casual, "I overheard you talking and couldn't help but wonder what this place is all about. Mind filling me in?"The two women exchanged a quick glance, sizing up Logan. After a moment, one of them, a young woman with brightly colored hair, responded with a friendly tone. "Oh, you're new here, huh? This is the place for the wildest place to rock in town...."Logan maintained his composure, feigning ignorance. Af
Baton pointed a finger at Logan, his gaze piercing. "You provide me with every evidence you have. I want to have all of them for myself."Logan chuckled, in response, "If I give you everything, there's no incentive for you to spare me. You can hold onto this one, though."Baton leaned in, a malevolent grin playing on his lips. "Well, if you insist, let's seal the deal with a handshake."Taking a deep breath, Logan extended his hand, which Baton accepted with a smile as they shook hands. Logan couldn't shake the feeling that he might have either secured his freedom or fallen into a perilous snare.Logan left the tense atmosphere at the gathering, the weight of the unspoken threats and hostile glares still hanging heavily on his shoulders. He moved quickly toward the gate, not daring to glance back at the group of bike gangsters. The exchange had left him with a gnawing sense of unease.As he reached the gate, one of the methhead who had seen him earlier ran towards Logan, his agitation