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The atmosphere in the cinema lobby had completely shifted.Just moments ago, Sanaya Garvos had been smugly boasting about her power, blocking Emma Brooks from watching a simple movie.Now?She stood frozen in disbelief, watching as Charlotte Richard—one of the most powerful women in the city—completely ignored her and sided with Jack Sullivan.It was the first time in her life that Sanaya felt like she had been slapped in public.And it was only about to get worse.Charlotte barely spared Sanaya or Elos a glance as she turned toward Jack, her tone strict but not unkind.“Jack, I’d handle this myself, but I have a business meeting. I’ll leave my secretary to deal with it.”Jack shrugged, completely indifferent.“Go ahead. I don’t need help dealing with small-time idiots, but I’ll humor you.”Charlotte smirked slightly before nodding toward a sharp-dressed woman who had just entered the room.Jessica Lane.Charlotte’s personal secretary.The moment Jessica stepped forward, the air grew
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“Oh, and one last thing—Elos, you’re fired. Pack up and get out.”Elos looked like he was about to cry.The cinema lobby, once filled with chaos and arrogance, had finally calmed down.Elos had been kicked out like garbage. Sanaya had stormed off in humiliation. And Jack Sullivan?He was finally the proud new owner of the damn cinema.Jessica Lane, Charlotte Richard’s secretary, adjusted her glasses and turned toward Jack with her usual calm, professional tone.“Miss Richard will be driving home tonight.”The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but.Jack noticed how several heads turned, their ears practically twitching with curiosity.Emma, standing beside him, froze mid-celebration, blinking in confusion.Sanaya, who was supposedly gone, had actually lingered just outside the doors, eavesdropping.Jack narrowed his eyes slightly.Driving home?That phrasing was way too deliberate.And sure enough, it had the effect Jessica clearly wanted.Murmurs broke out.“W
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The theater was supposed to be quiet.Jack Sullivan had finally settled into his seat, Emma Brooks beside him, munching on popcorn like a happy child.After all the drama—Elos getting kicked out, Sanaya throwing her tantrum, Charlotte making a grand exit—Jack had finally thought he could enjoy a peaceful movie.But peace?It never lasted long in his life.Just as the film reached its first intense scene, a strange noise echoed through the theater.A low, rhythmic tapping.Jack’s ears twitched.Tap. Tap. Tap.It wasn’t part of the movie.Emma, completely oblivious, shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth.Then—BANG. BANG. BANG.The sound grew louder, as if something was being pounded against the walls of the screening hall.Jack sighed, already knowing what was coming.“Stay here.”Emma, mid-chew, turned to him, confused.“Huh? What’s wrong?”Jack stood up, his expression bored but sharp.“Trouble.”Emma groaned, already annoyed.“Oh, come on! Can’t these idiots wait until the
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The tension in the theater had turned suffocating, but Jack Sullivan was as calm as ever.Warrior Ravol cracked his neck, eyes gleaming with battle lust.“Two options,” he growled, voice sharp and deep. “Die here in front of your little girlfriend… or choose somewhere more public. I’ll make it look like an accident. You pick the view.”Jack raised a brow. “Public? Please. I just don’t want your corpse staining my new floors.”Ravol’s smirk twitched. “Ah, so you want the rooftop. Easier to toss you off.”“Or easier for me to throw you off,” Jack said flatly, already walking away.Ravol laughed like Jack had told the best joke of the year. “Cocky till the end, huh?”Emma rushed after Jack, panic rising in her chest. “Jack, don’t go with him alone!”Jack didn’t even glance back. “He’s not the first guy who’s threatened to kill me. Won’t be the last.”Upstairs, the rooftop stretched wide beneath the moonlight. The wind whipped through Ravol’s long shirt as he rolled his shoulders like he
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The rooftop air was sharp with tension. Jack Sullivan stood alone, facing Warrior Ravol—forty years old, arrogant, and built like a war monument. His long martial shirt fluttered in the wind, and the smug glint in his eye screamed: I’ve never lost, and I won’t start now.Jack didn’t look impressed. If anything, he looked mildly annoyed.Ravol cracked his knuckles. “I gave you a chance to pick where you’d die. You chose the rooftop. Convenient. Easier to toss your body off and call it a tragic fall.”Jack’s voice was calm, bored. “Actually, I just didn’t want your blood ruining my new cinema floors. I own the place now. Try to keep up.”Behind them, Emma Brooks chewed her nails nervously, eyes darting between the two like a referee who didn’t sign up for this game.Suddenly—boots echoed from the rooftop stairs.“Stop!” a woman’s voice rang out.All heads turned.Julia Yates appeared, her figure silhouetted against the city lights. She moved with grace but urgency, her expression one of
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Ravol groaned against the rooftop railing, wheezing for air like a broken accordion. His pride had been shattered, and his bones weren’t far behind.Jack Sullivan turned away, calm as ever, cracking his neck like he’d just finished warming up for the real match.Emma, still stunned, muttered, “That was brutal…”Maxvier, munching popcorn from who-knew-where, raised a brow. “Brutal? That was charity. Jack could’ve folded him into a suitcase.”Julia Yates nodded solemnly. “He should be thanking Jack for leaving him alive.”“Too late for that,” came a new voice—low, cold, and dripping with malice.Everyone turned sharply.From the rooftop stairwell emerged a tall, lean figure cloaked in black, moving with ghost-like silence. His eyes gleamed like razors under the moonlight, and the moment he stepped into view, even the wind seemed to hold its breath.The Ghost.Emma’s throat tightened. “Wait… is that—?”Julia’s face went pale. “The Ghost…”Jack’s brows lifted slightly. He hadn’t seen this
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The rooftop was dead silent. Not even the wind dared to whisper.Jack Sullivan stood still, eyes locked with The Ghost’s cold, dead gaze. Emma clung to his sleeve, heart racing, while Maxvier hovered at the edge like a lazy vulture pretending not to be concerned.But it was Rawon, silently watching from the nearby rooftop, who first noticed something chilling in The Ghost’s posture.And then—The Ghost finally spoke. Calm. Eerie. Confident.“Jack, before I kill you, I want you to understand something…”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you give me a villain monologue?”“No,” The Ghost replied. “It’s where I explain why you don’t stand a chance.”He took a step forward. His voice sharpened like a blade.“I’ve been training in seclusion for four years… under Master Steel.”The name hit like a gunshot.Emma blinked. “Who?”Julia froze. “Wait. Did he just say… Master Steel?”Even Maxvier, previously unimpressed, coughed on his own popcorn. “Okay… that’s a twist.”And Rawon?His face
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The rooftop lights flickered above the tense crowd. Wind howled around the building, but the true storm stood in the form of a beast—Big-Headed Draco, the brutal enforcer for the Carter family.He cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his scarred face.“Three moves,” he growled. “That’s all I’ll need. Same number I used to kill that whining brat, Yemin.”Jack Sullivan just stood there, hands in his pockets.“Three moves?” Jack echoed. “That’s generous. You planning to take a nap mid-fight?”Draco sneered. “You got jokes, huh? Let’s see if you still smile when I peel your ribs open.”Maxvier leaned to Rawon and whispered, “Wow. Somebody skipped leg day and personality class.”Draco turned, glaring. “Say that again, pretty boy.”Maxvier smirked. “No thanks. I don’t fight gorillas with brain damage.”Even Emma winced. “Can we not poke the giant murder-beast, please?”But Jack stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Draco.“You think you're scary because you broke a few necks and
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Inside the Shaw family estate, the atmosphere was quieter than usual.Charlotte Shaw sat stiffly on the antique leather chair, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Across from her, Richard Shaw poured himself a cup of tea, moving with deliberate grace.“You’ll apologize,” he said calmly.Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “I already said I regret what happened.”Richard looked at her over the rim of his cup. “Regret is not apology.”“I just…” she hesitated, then admitted, “I don’t want you to be the one to do it.”He set the cup down with a soft clink. “Then you shouldn’t have needed me to.”The silence between them was heavy, but not cruel.“I will personally represent the Shaw family at the Harvest Festival in Eastridge City,” he continued. “Our presence is expected. Our humility is required.”Charlotte looked away. Her pride bruised, her voice small.“I never thought it would come to this.”Richard leaned back. “That’s because you never thought he was more than a shadow. Now you know better.
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“He’s the eldest son of the Eastern Sullivan family.”She blinked. “The who?”Richard closed the file slowly. “The Sullivan family. East-coast monarchs of power, both legitimate and underground. Their name is whispered in federal halls and boardrooms alike.”Charlotte scoffed. “The Eastern Sullivans? I’ve heard of them, but they don’t compare to the state capital families. They’re not even on the same ladder.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. You think we’re playing a local game? Jack Sullivan is walking across a global board.”Charlotte frowned, but her grandfather continued, his tone deepening.“His third uncle, Nathan Sullivan, is the one who built the underground empire in Carson City—an empire that even federal agents avoid confronting directly. Do you know who handles most of the private security logistics in five states? The Sullivan family.”She swallowed, unease creeping in.“And his mother,” Richard added, “is Margaret Williamson.”Charlotte blinked. “Tha
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Inside the deepest chamber of the Nine Scorpion Cave, the air pulsed with heat and pressure. A faint green glow radiated from Jack Sullivan’s body as he sat cross-legged, bare-chested, surrounded by the crushed remains of venomous scorpion cores. His breathing was slow, deliberate, and deep.For the last three days, Jack hadn’t moved. Not even once.The Scorpion Essence, distilled from the Emperor Scorpion’s body and the most potent venom sacs, now coursed through his veins. It burned, reshaped, and empowered.His skin glistened with sweat, but under it, something more terrifying was forming.Scorpion strength…His fingers twitched, now strong enough to crack steel with a flick. His back was lined with corded muscle, but it wasn’t brute strength alone—it was a precision power, venomous and fast.If I’d had this power during the Robert fight, Jack thought, I could’ve shattered his defenses in one strike. He wouldn’t have walked away.His chest rose slowly.This changes everything.Outs
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On a remote island far from the chaos of cities and scorpion-infested caves, an old man bent low over a patch of rocky soil. With slow, deliberate motions, he pulled up weeds that didn’t belong. His tattered shirt clung to his wiry frame, but a small swallow emblem stitched on the chest shimmered faintly in the sun.Victor Yates—once feared across nations, now a humble farmer. Or so it appeared.A young man approached, hesitating as he stepped over the jagged path of coral and dirt.“Master Yates.”Victor didn’t look up. “You found more wild yam?”The young man’s throat tightened. “No, Master… it’s about James Leonard.”Victor’s hand paused mid-pull.“Well?” he said, not turning.“He’s… dead.”The silence that followed was heavier than the sea breeze.Victor continued weeding without a word. The soil trembled subtly under his fingers—a sign of internal energy shifting beneath the surface.“Who?” he finally asked.“Jack Sullivan.”Victor exhaled slowly. “That name again.”“He also kill
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James Leonard’s eyes narrowed, his body tense like a coiled spring.“You’ve made it this far, Sullivan,” he muttered, “but you won’t leave this mountain alive.”Jack rolled his shoulders, voice calm as ever. “Big words from a man who just fed his own ally to a scorpion.”With a roar, James lunged, his fists blurring with speed. The first punch hit Jack square in the chest—followed by three more in rapid succession.THUD. THUD. THUD.Jack didn’t even flinch.James froze mid-strike. “What…?”Jack looked down at his chest, brushed some dust from his coat. “You done?”James stepped back in disbelief. Those hits could crush concrete… but he didn’t even stagger.Is he human?Jack smirked. “Iron Body Technique. Guess your master didn’t teach you that.”James growled and went in again, this time throwing everything—knees, elbows, fists, spinning kicks. The ground cracked beneath him, and shockwaves rippled out.Still, Jack barely moved.Then came Jack’s turn.He stepped in, faster than lightn
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“I’m not here for The Ghost,” James Leonard said coldly. “Frankly, I didn’t like him much. Arrogant, sloppy… too obsessed with making a name.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Then why come for me?”James cracked his neck. “Because he was still my master’s student. Victor Yates trained him. His death reflects on the Yates lineage.”He took another step closer, killing intent radiating off him like heat.“I’m not here to mourn a brother. I’m here to defend my master’s honor. And that means killing you, Jack Sullivan.”Ron Taylor’s throat bobbed. He really means to fight Jack… this is bad.Behind them, the Emperor Scorpion loomed, its stinger dripping, poised over Uncle Frank, who was barely holding on.“J-James…” Frank rasped, coughing blood. “Help… me…”James turned to him slowly, lips curling into something cruel.“You? Help you?” He chuckled, then raised his leg.Before anyone could react—BAM!James kicked Uncle Frank like trash, launching him straight toward the scorpion’s gaping pincers.
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A deep hiss echoed from the cave’s maw, darker and heavier than before.Then it appeared.An Emperor Scorpion.Jet-black, armored like obsidian, the monstrous creature scuttled out from the darkness. Its pincers were thick as tree trunks, and its tail arched high—dripping with venom that shimmered like green fire.Uncle Frank tried to rise.Too late.CRACK!The Emperor’s stinger struck him dead center in the chest."AAAAHHH!" Uncle Frank screamed—his first scream in decades.Charlotte’s face turned ghost-white. “Uncle Frank!”Blood spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed, thrown backward like a ragdoll. The entire battlefield froze—everyone had heard of the Emperor, but few had ever seen it. And no one expected that sound from a man like Frank.“Help… Master… James…” Uncle Frank rasped.That name rang like a thunderclap.From the group of supposed bodyguards, one man stepped forward.He was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed plainly, blending in with the security team—until now.In a
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The air turned heavy.A low, grinding rumble echoed from deep inside Nine Scorpion Cave.BOOM.A sharp vibration ran through the ground. Pebbles trembled. The trees swayed unnaturally.Jack Sullivan turned his head slowly toward the cave entrance.“They’re awake,” he said simply.Nie Mitchell’s face drained of color. “T-That sound… I’ve heard it before.” He staggered back a step. “Oh no… the nest is disturbed. They’re coming!”Before anyone could react, Charlotte Shaw snapped her fingers.“Uncle Frank!” she barked. “Take the vanguard. Clear it before they spread!”Uncle Frank nodded. “Yes, Miss!”He gathered a dozen armored men and dashed forward, spear in hand, moving like a man half his age.Ashley stepped closer to Jack. “What’s inside that cave?”“Poison,” Jack said. “And stupidity.”She blinked. “What?”Jack exhaled. “You’ll see.”From the mouth of the cave came a horrifying sound—a clicking, hissing flood of chaos.And then they appeared.Over 300 venomous scorpions, each rangin
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Ron Taylor’s sharp eyes narrowed as he turned toward Charlotte Shaw. The smile had faded from his face.“You knew who he was, didn’t you?” he asked quietly.Charlotte kept her expression cool. “I didn’t think it was relevant.”“Not relevant?” Ron’s voice was calm, but heavy. “You let your little drama nearly spark a war between Westlake and Carson… over ego?”Charlotte’s jaw clenched. Why is Jack always protected? Always walking out clean, no matter what he does?Meanwhile, Megan Young stood frozen in place, the blood draining from her face. She suddenly looked like she wanted to disappear into her designer boots. Her lips trembled as she approached Jack cautiously, head slightly bowed.“Mr. Sullivan… I… I’m so sorry for earlier,” she stammered. “I didn’t know who you were… I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful—”Jack looked at her like she was a speck of lint on his sleeve.“You weren’t trying to be disrespectful,” he repeated, expression unreadable. “But you were born that way?”Megan
