Approaching his crew, Logan could tell they were shocked by his totally unexpected appearance. Their faces screamed surprise, especially the gardener, the guy who messed things up. Logan acted clueless, strolling toward them, quietly witnessing the shady stuff going on in his once super chill life.The sly worker took advantage of the chaos. Faking an injury, he sprinted up to Logan, acting all concerned. "Mr. Logan, you alright? We thought you were a goner! Some dudes busted into the mansion!"Logan, in on the act, decided to roll with it responding, "I'm okay." The gardener asked if the intruders were still around, mentioning hearing guys scream. Logan surviving those gun shots he heard was unexpected and he wanted all the juicy details. Logan, spinning his own web of lies, responded saying, "they booked it out through the backyard. We're safe now."The gardener kept pushing for more info asking, "but Boss, they were armed. Didn't they find you?" Logan, keeping his cool, cooked up
As Logan faced Dave, the air grew thick with tension. A cold sweat coated Dave's palms as he stared into the barrel of Logan's pistol. "Follow me, now," Logan commanded, the steel in his voice leaving no room for negotiation.The gun pressed against Dave's back as Logan guided him swiftly through the mansion. Every step echoed with the weight of impending consequences. The intensity heightened as they reached the basement door, the threshold of secrets and deceit.On the descending steps, Logan continued to keep the gun trained on Dave. He tossed him the key, a metallic glint in the dim light, and warned, "You open that door and remember Dave, No games."Dave fumbled with the key, his hands shaking. The metallic jingle seemed deafening in the quiet basement. "I won't play games," Dave insisted, fear and defiance in his eyes.The door swung open, revealing the confined space where Pete and T-bone awaited their fate. Logan entered, gun still in hand, locking eyes with Pete. "How are the
The room crackled with tension as Baton's menacing figures encircled Logan. Baton, reveling in the moment, taunted, "So, Logan, how do you want to die? A bullet through the head or a good old-fashioned strangling?"Logan, unfazed by Baton's cruel jest, shot back, "How about we settle this the old-fashioned way? With our fists."Baton mocked, "You think you can beat me in a fair fight? Look at you, Logan. You're too weak to face me."Unruffled, Logan retorted, "Scared you'll get beaten up, Baton?"That struck a nerve, and Baton lunged at Logan in a fit of rage. The room erupted into chaos as Baton's men cheered, confident their boss would triumph. At first, Baton seemed to have the upper hand, landing powerful blows on Logan.However, Logan, fueled by a surge of determination, turned the tide. With a sudden burst of strength, he retaliated, raining punches on Baton. The room echoed with the clash of fists and the grunts of the combatants.Logan, against all odds, managed to pin Baton o
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