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
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
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