As Logan returned to his duties in the canteen, there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere among the other workers. It was as if an unspoken tension hung in the air, and some of his co-workers seemed to be avoiding him. Whispers and glances followed him as he moved about the canteen, but Logan paid it no mind. He knew that it was better for his peers to fear him than to trample upon him as they had in the past. The newfound confidence he had gained from his encounter with the biker gangster had given him a sense of authority that was hard to ignore.Even when his boss returned to the canteen, he couldn't help but notice Logan's unusual demeanor. The boss, a middle-aged man with a perpetual scowl, observed Logan as he served customers their meals, his face lit up with an uncharacteristic happiness.The boss approached Logan, raising an eyebrow. "Logan, what's gotten into you today? You're practically glowing. Is this a new approach to customer service?"Logan chuckled, feeling a
Logan woke up the next day in his new apartment, the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. He stretched and yawned, feeling a sense of relief that he had successfully moved away from Crescent Street. But as he lay there, his mind wandered back to the system task to expose the gang's secret.He recalled that he had almost a day left to complete the task, but there was a problem – the system hadn't been clear about what it wanted him to expose. Logan scratched his head, trying to decipher the vague instructions. "What exactly do you want me to uncover?" he muttered to himself.With a sigh, he decided it was time to try something he hadn't attempted before – communicating with the system. He sat down at his computer, opened the interface, and cleared his throat as if addressing an invisible entity."Hey, system," he began tentatively, "I need some clarification here. What's the deal with this task? You want me to expose something about the gang, but you haven't given me
Logan stood there, still shaken by the sudden eruption of violence, as the gangster who had been on the receiving end of Baton's punch yelled in pain, "Jesus Baton, you broke my godamm nose," clutching his bleeding nose.Baton, displaying a surprising degree of composure, offered an apology, "I'm sorry mate but you don't mess with our guy," extending his hand to help the injured gangster to his feet.Amid the chaos, the robotic voice of the system abruptly sounded in Logan's head, addressing him as "host" once more. It delivered an ultimatum: he had 12 hours left to expose the bike gangster. However, Logan, who had just witnessed Baton's fierce temper, couldn't help himself. He muttered a defiant "shut up" to the system's voice.Baton turned back to Logan, an inquisitive look on his face. "What did you say?"Logan quickly covered up, forcing an overly wide and strange smile. "Oh, nothing, just talking to myself, you know."Baton remained silent for a moment, clearly taken aback by Log
The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Logan as he watched the brutal scene unfold. He knew he had to act, to reveal the dark secrets that had remained hidden for too long. But he also realized that the path he was about to embark on would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, and the consequences of his actions could be severe.As he continued to watch in horror, Logan understood that his destiny was irrevocably entwined with the forces at play in Crescent Street. He couldn't turn a blind eye to the suffering he had witnessed, and he was compelled to take action, regardless of the risks involved.As Logan observed Baton's violent confrontation with the elderly man, a gangster approached him, clearly suspicious of his intent. The gangster asked, "What are you looking at?" Logan quickly feigned ignorance, pretending he hadn't overheard what Baton was saying or witnessed the man being beaten. "Oh, I was just wondering what that old man did," he replied, attempting to deflect
Logan's sense of unease deepened as he moved closer to where the opposing gang members were celebrating inside the tent. He hoped they would thank him for revealing Teddy's cheating and perhaps offer him some protection from Baton's impending wrath.But to Logan's dismay, they said nothing. Their faces remained impassive, and their gratitude was absent. It was becoming increasingly clear that in this dangerous world of Crescent Street, trust was a rare commodity, and Logan was left to navigate its treacherous waters alone, with no assurance of safety or guidance from the enigmatic system.Logan stood near the opposing gang members, his heart pounding with anticipation. They were sharing a substantial amount of money among themselves, their faces lit with excitement. Logan wore a hopeful smile, hoping that joining their celebration might offer him some respite from the mounting tension.Baton had stormed out with a portion of his men, leaving some of them inside the tent. Logan's only
Logan's eyes widened in fear, but he couldn't answer, his mouth firmly bound. Baton nodded to one of his men, and they reluctantly removed the makeshift gag. Logan gasped for breath, his voice trembling as he begged for forgiveness."I swear, I didn't want to betray anyone. I was just trying to survive!"Baton's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "Survival in our world comes at a price, Logan. You should have thought about that before meddling in our affairs."With a cruel smile, Baton signaled to his men, and they didn't waste a moment. They began to beat Logan mercilessly, the blows raining down on him from every direction. Pain exploded in Logan's body with each strike, and he could do nothing but curl into a fetal position and endure.After what felt like an eternity, Baton finally ordered them to stop. Logan lay battered and bruised, barely able to move. The bike gangsters stepped back, their faces impassive, showing neither sympathy nor remorse. They unt
"I'll transfer triple the amount I owe you," Logan declared through gritted teeth.The manager was taken aback by Logan's sudden resolve. He reluctantly provided the bank account details, disbelief written across his face as he watched Logan process the transfer on his phone. When the manager received the notification confirming the substantial payment, he was left in stunned silence.Logan's eyes bore into the manager's as he spoke, his voice trembling with pain and exhaustion. "Now, I expect you to treat me, as you should have from the beginning."The manager, finally realizing the extent of Logan's determination, turned to the nurse and ordered her to treat him immediately. She did so begrudgingly, her resentment palpable as she attended to his wounds.The treatment was far from gentle. She handled him with an air of begrudging obligation, her touch firm and impersonal. As Logan winced with each touch, she probed the swollen and bruised areas of his face and body, her fingers tracin
The following day, Logan awoke in his hospital room, feeling marginally better but still nursing a throbbing headache and aching body. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed as the morning sun filtered through the curtains and the rays blinding his eyes. Just then, the nurse entered, her smile a facade of compassion. "How are you feeling today, Mr. Logan?" she inquired, her tone polite but distant.Logan winced, his voice still hoarse. "Slightly better than yesterday, I guess. Can I go home now?"The nurse, seemingly ignoring his question, checked his bandages with clinical detachment and replied, "I'll inform the doctor of your progress."Logan watched her leave the room, a growing sense of unease settling in. He had a nagging feeling that his day was about to take a turn for the worse.As if on cue, a doctor arrived, her face a mask of professional indifference. Logan cleared his throat, his anxiety building. "Doctor, can I be discharged today?"The doctor, reviewing his chart, barely