Lahat ng Kabanata ng RED LABEL: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The homeless man refered to as Nobody waited for no congratulations.The moment the words "I'll take the job" left his mouth, he turned away from Evelyn and walked toward the ruins one last time, needing to see it all again to be sure no one else alive or dead was still inside the ruins.The firefighters had finally extinguished the last of the flames. Steam curled upward from the charred remains of tents that, only hours earlier, had been home to people society had forgotten. The stench of scorched canvas and melted plastic hung thick in the air, mixing with something worse underneath—something Nobody tried not to name.Mac sat on the rear bumper of an ambulance, his left arm wrapped in thick white bandages. He stared blankly at the blackened ground where his makeshift shelter had once stood, as though he expected it might rebuild itself if he looked long enough."They're gone," he whispered.Nobody stopped beside him, saying nothing, offering only the weight of his presence.Mac did

The morning sun climbed steadily over New Avalon, its golden light cascading down the mirrored face of Redstone Tower until the eighty-three-story skyscraper shimmered like a monument carved from liquid glass. Streams of luxury sedans rolled beneath the porte-cochère in an orderly procession, each one greeted by uniformed valets whose movements had become almost mechanical through years of serving the city's wealthiest executives. Chauffeurs hurried around polished vehicles to open rear doors before their passengers even reached for the handles. Men and women dressed in tailored suits emerged one after another, briefcases tucked beneath their arms, expensive watches catching the morning light as they disappeared through the revolving doors without ever slowing their stride.Monday mornings inside Redstone Global Holdings had always moved with military precision. Every second had value. Every meeting carried consequences measured in millions, sometimes billions, of dollars. Promotion

The bum called Nobody neither protested nor defended himself. The laughter eventually died down, more because its target stubbornly refused to play his part than because the amusement had faded.The senior guard folded his arms tighter across his broad chest, studying the strange man before him with growing irritation. In all his years working as security, he had dealt with drunks, con artists, angry shareholders, disgruntled ex-employees, and the occasional celebrity convinced the rules didn't apply to them.They all had one thing in common. Eventually, they argued. They pleaded. They threatened lawsuits or name-dropped people they claimed to know. But this one? This one didn't do any of that. He simply reasoned with them. Like he was on their side. "Are you deaf?" the guard asked, his voice sharpening with impatience."No," came Nobody's reply. Rather politely. Too politely, actually. "Then you heard everything I said," said the senior guard. "Yes.""And?""And what?" Nobody repl

The silence lingered just long enough for everyone present to become uncomfortably aware of it—stretching thin, heavy, and suffocating like a pulled wire."Is... is someone going to call the police?" an executive assistant in a pencil skirt whispered behind her hand, her knuckles hurting as she held them tightly around her tablet."Are you crazy?" her manager muttered back under his breath. "Look at the Chief. He hasn't even reached for his sidearm. Just stay back."Even the climate control system seemed to swell in volume, the low, mechanical hum of hidden ventilation echoing down the polished corridor as if the skyscraper itself were holding its breath.Dozens of corporate employees peered out from behind frosted glass partitions and wide-open office doors, huddled together at a safe distance. Not a single person dared to cross the painted brass inlay on the floor—the invisible, absolute boundary separating ordinary corporate space from the sacred sanctuary of Executive Access. Som

"Touch him again, and you're fired before your hand reaches his sleeve," the Chief said without looking at him.The guard froze, closing his mouth instantly. The words died in his throat before they could form. Because any truth he spoke right now would sound like absolute insanity. What would he even say: "The homeless man didn't force us, sir. He just walked, and we naturally followed him like sheep through our own locked doors."That's bull. No one would ever believe it.The Chief turned away from the guards, effectively dismissing them from existence. His gaze settled back onto Nobody, his intense scrutiny softening into something dangerous—a quiet, burning curiosity."You're remarkably composed for someone standing in a restricted federal-grade facility without a clearance badge," the Chief observed quietly."Badges come and go, chief," Nobody replied with a faint, dry smile. "So do walls. But courtesy usually lasts a bit longer."The Chief took in the entire man.He didn't look