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
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h