Logan lifted his chin defiantly, meeting their arrival with an unyielding expression. Ariana jabbed her index finger toward Logan's face, then spewed venomous accusations in all directions. "Officer, this scum has no regard for the law! He assaulted my boyfriend without cause and callously departed. You must arrest him and toss him in jail!"
Two officers fixed Logan with stern gazes before questioning, "Is her accusation accurate?"
"Yes," Logan responded without hesitation. "However, there's a reason behind my actions."
"We don't need any reasons," one officer interjected with disdain. "Assault within a hospital warrants arrest, regardless of justification."
Logan regarded them with an icy stare and responded stoically, "What would you do if you discovered your spouse cheating with a colleague? I suspect you'd react just as I did."
As if indifferent, an officer produced handcuffs while walking towards Logan. "Save your explanations for the jury. Here, we won't hear any bullshit coming out of your mouth."
The officer attempted to grasp Logan's hand, but the young man swiftly sidestepped, catching the others off guard. Refusing to comply with a police officer's arrest could escalate matters, demanding a resolute reaction. It was evident to all that Logan was only exacerbating his situation by behaving recklessly.
"Are you defying our authority?" the officer inquired, his tone edged with cunning.
"I harbor no guilt, Mr. Officer," Logan retorted cynically. "You've lost your conscience."
The officer seemed to grow irritated after Logan provoked him several times. "You know, I can use force if you force me to."
"Huh!" Logan snorted disdainfully. "Dare to lay a finger on me, I won't hesitate to defend myself with force as well."
Logan's words caused the officer to falter, taking a few steps backward before withdrawing his pistol from its holster. His two companions mirrored his actions, brandishing their own firearms.
They bellowed in unison, "Kneel down! Hands on your head!"
Logan's smile held bitterness; he realized that his recent words had been interpreted by the officers as a genuine threat.
"C'mon, pal. We'd rather not be in this position," the officer implored. "Consider the potential consequences. How many patients in this hospital might suffer from panic or even heart attacks due to the sound of gunfire?"
Another officer said, "Moreover, you surely don't want to die for something silly like this."
Logan maintained his smile, his stance unwavering. Towering with resolve, he taunted, "A man's legacy is forged by his courage or his cowardice. You may opt for the last one, but I'll always choose the first one."
The three officers exchanged glances for a brief moment before nodding in silent agreement. Swiftly, their fingers moved to flip the safety levers on their pistols to the open position.
The muzzles of the weapons were now aimed directly at Logan's face.
"This is your last warning before we smash your head like a rotten watermelon, pal," the officer threatened. "Kneel down and hands up."
Logan remained rooted in place, his resolve unshaken. He understood that the officers had intended to shoot him from the outset; their warnings were merely a formality. Thus, though he complied by kneeling and raising his hands to his head, Logan accepted that his fate had been sealed for this day.
As Logan glanced at Ariana and her new boyfriend, who were smiling broadly, realization dawned upon him. This entire ordeal had been orchestrated, and they were the masterminds behind it all. They had paid off those officers to execute Logan "legally," thereby silencing any repercussions from their affair.
"Halt!"
In the midst of the tense standoff, a voice pierced the air, capturing everyone's attention. All eyes turned towards a beautiful young woman clad in patient attire, sprinting towards them. Upon closer inspection, the onlookers were taken aback as they recognized the girl's true identity.
"My goddess, isn't that Shania Moore?"
"I can't believe my eyes receiving such blessing. People weren't lying about her beauty!"
"Miss Moore is the perfect depiction of a woman!"
While the officers were busy praising Shania Moore's beauty, Ariana wondered, "Why is she here?"
Shania Moore continued her sprint, bypassing Ariana and the officers, until she abruptly halted directly in front of Logan.
"Never dare to shoot him!" she shouted, her voice ringing out with fierce determination as she stretched out both of her arms in a commanding gesture.
Logan was so surprised that he almost vomited blood. 'Holy shit, does this girl know my identity?!'
Shania, clad in patient attire and sporting a worn-out appearance, couldn't abruptly intervene to shield Logan. There had to be a significant reason driving her actions. Logan's concern grew, speculating whether this girl had recognized him as the one who had saved her life just moments ago.
Meanwhile, the officers reluctantly lowered their weapons, their movements hesitant. One of them addressed Shania, "Miss Moore, why are you shielding this guy? He's a criminal."
"Why not?" Shania raised her sharp chin and said challengingly, "If I want something, I'll get it. Now tell me, who instructed you to arrest this man?"
"I did," Ariana stepped forward with a hint of hesitation. "I reported this janitor to the police, Miss Moore. He assaulted my boyfriend, causing a broken nose, before fleeing the scene."
Logan clenched his fists. Ariana always managed to position herself as the victim of her own mistakes. Why didn't she tell the reason why her "boyfriend" got punched?
"Withdraw your report right now," Shania replied coldly.
"Miss Moore, this scum doesn't deserve—"
"Withdraw your report, RIGHT NOW!" Shania repeated in a raised voice. "Do you even know who I am?"
Spitting out her words, Ariana replied, "You're Shania Moore, the CEO of Moore Group."
"Exactly. I'm the head of Moore Group, and Moore Group holds the majority shares in this hospital. If I desire your dismissal, it's of little consequence," Shania retorted firmly. "So, what are you going to say?" she pressed, her tone unwavering.
Ariana found herself fell into confusion. She cast a desperate glance at her new boyfriend, Bruno, but he took a few steps back, preparing to make his escape, leaving Ariana stranded and alone.
"I..." Stammering, Ariana hesitated, biting her lip. "Okay, Miss Moore. I withdraw the report."
Nodding in satisfaction, Shania shifted her gaze towards the police officers. "Did you hear that?" she remarked sarcastically.
The police officers, despite their initial eagerness to apprehend Logan, found themselves powerless as Ariana withdrew her report.
Everyone left Shania and Logan alone in the hospital corridor as soon as possible, not wanting to get into any more trouble.
"Miss, why did you help me?" Logan finally inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Before responding, Shania meticulously scrutinized Logan from head to toe, as if searching for something within the young man standing before her.Logan, sensing Shania's thorough examination, refrained from repeating his question. Instead, he cleared his throat several times, a silent prompt for her response.Shania shook her head several times, as if to dispel whatever thoughts were lingering, before beginning to respond with a question of her own. "Excuse me, are you The Masked Doctor who saved my life?" she inquired.As Logan's suspicion proved correct, his heart quickened its pace within his chest. Without hesitation, he swiftly embraced the charade, playing his part with practiced ease."Miss Moore, I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. I have no affiliation with this 'Masked Doctor' you speak of. As you can plainly see, I'm nothing more than a humble janitor employed by this hospital," Logan responded with a nonchalant shrug, affecting an air of casual indifference.S
Logan's laughter abruptly ceased, his expression turned serious. Disregarding Mr. Nicholson's veiled attempts at manipulation, he replied, "I was reminiscing about some amusing incidents from my time at the hospital. But, Mr. Nicholson, my resolve is firm and unwavering. No amount of monetary enticement can sway me. My decision remains resolute and unyielding.""You..." Mr. Nicholson's scoff was barely audible. "Your idealism blinds you. Just because of your personal woes, you're willing to sacrifice your livelihood. Understand this, individuals like you seldom thrive in reality. I, for one, harbor a bleak outlook, yet I wish you well."Logan smiled in response, his composure unruffled. "Your sentiments are appreciated," he acknowledged graciously.As Logan exited the Human Resources office, he turned abruptly and collided unintentionally with an elderly woman."Hey, do you even have eyes?!"At first, rage blazed in the old woman's eyes, but it swiftly cooled into a look of disdain as
Logan sprang into action with remarkable swiftness, effortlessly evading James' onslaught with a grace that seemed to blur his form against the backdrop of the battlefield. His movements were fluid and agile, weaving through the attacks with razor-sharp reflexes, akin to a shadow dancing on the edge of oblivion.Every motion he made was imbued with such precision and swiftness that it challenged the naked eye's ability to perceive.Despite his relentless barrage, James persisted in launching his assaults with unyielding fervor, his face marked by frustration and exasperation at his inability to land a blow on Logan.With each failed attempt, James felt increasingly cornered, compounded by the realization that his adversary's elusive agility remained beyond his grasp, leaving him futilely grasping at shadows in the struggle.With the help of the system, Logan not only knew every single move he had to perform, but he was also able to practice them flawlessly.It was as if his muscles ha
Logan extended his hand and carefully picked up the sleek, metallic pen from the polished wooden table, and, with a steady and unwavering hand, meticulously signed the official divorce papers at the bottom, precisely beside the clearly marked line designated for his signature."Everything will end here," Logan thought to himself. "The ink strokes on this paper signify a truly new chapter in my life."He signed the papers swiftly and decisively, without a moment's hesitation or second thought. Then, with a somber and contemplative expression, he handed the finalized document back to Emily, who stood waiting across from him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.Emily took the document with quick movements, almost as if she couldn't believe Logan would actually sign it. Surprise and disbelief were evident on Ariana's face. Her forehead furrowed as she stared sharply at Logan.She thought, "I was prepared for Logan to kneel and kiss my feet just to get me to call off his divorce from A
Logan zipped through the city streets on his electric scooter, a newfound determination glinting in his eyes. The hospital incident had been a turning point, pushing him to turn a fresh page in his life. He was headed to Dragon Valley, the most exclusive neighborhood in Southriver Hill.Logan arrived and parked his scooter in front of a grand real estate agency, its glass windows and luxurious decor exuding opulence.Entering the office, Logan immediately sensed a cold, dismissive atmosphere. The staff eyed him with disdain, judging his modest appearance and his scooter. To them, someone like him couldn't possibly afford even the cheapest home in Dragon Valley.Logan ignored their looks and walked confidently to the reception desk, clearing his throat. "Good morning," he said firmly. "I'd like to see the most luxurious residence you have."The receptionist, a young woman with neatly tied blonde hair, raised her eyebrows and looked at Logan as if he were joking. "You're not fooling, s
Logan frowned, feeling uncomfortable with this sudden situation. Shania looked at him with a caring gaze, as if trying to understand any doubts he might have."Logan, you should not hesitate to work with me," Shania said in a soft yet firm voice. "If you have any doubts about the salary I'll give you, don't worry. I can make sure you get at least five thousand dollars a month."Logan shook his head slowly. "Thank you, Ms. Moore, but right now I still want to recuperate after my divorce. I want to spend my savings on fun before I go back to work."Shania looked at Logan with a mixture of pity and admiration. She still saw this ordinary man in front of her as The Masked Doctor, the hero who had saved her life. In her heart, she felt a great debt of gratitude. Slowly, an idea came to her mind.Shania muttered in her mind, 'I can buy this man a decent house in return. Perhaps, it will lighten the burden of guilt in my heart a little.'Logan, what is your purpose in coming here? Do you int
Logan settled into the plush seat of Shania’s sleek black sedan, the car’s engine purring softly as they pulled away from the real estate agency. They followed the agent’s car toward Block A in Dragon Valley, the anticipation palpable between them. Shania stole occasional glances at Logan, her unease growing as they neared their destination.Block A was renowned for its opulent residences, homes with sprawling modern designs perched majestically on the hillside. As they entered the neighborhood, Shania’s eyes flitted from one grand house to another. Each residence seemed more impressive than the last, from classic mansions with imposing columns to contemporary marvels of glass and steel, complete with infinity pools and manicured gardens.A tightness grew in Shania’s chest. The magnitude of the homes around them was overwhelming, and the thought of presenting one of these extravagant properties to Logan filled her with doubt. What if Logan wasn’t The Masked Doctor, the enigmatic figur
"Huh?"Logan instinctively recoiled as the man's lips hovered mere millimeters from the tip of his shoe."Sir, please spare my life!" The salesman pleaded desperately, his voice cracking with fear. As Logan stepped back, the man abruptly began banging his own head on the ground three times, blood streaming down his forehead and face.Tears mingled with blood as the salesman continued, his voice choked with remorse, "I have eyes, yet I cannot see your greatness clearly! I have committed a grave error and deserve severe punishment from you!"The salesman appeared utterly despondent, having encountered a millionaire only to offend him in a deeply immoral manner.Meanwhile, Logan's facial expression remained largely unchanged."Stop your nonsense," Logan said flatly. "You've injured yourself; don't expect me to bear responsibility for your foolishness."The salesman lifted his face, gazing earnestly at Logan, his expression tinged with confusion."But, Master, I humiliated you earlier..."