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"Ah-ah-ah-ah!" He was extremely surprised by her sudden scream. He turned around in bewilderment, and the handsome man inside the labor camp looked like he wanted to kill him, glaring with bloodshot eyes and shouting, "Let go! Let go! You despicable scoundrel! I will kill you! I will kill you!" His frantic and mad yelling left the man in the red robe blinking a few times, turning to ask someone, "What's going on?" Alpha Levi, still calm, pulled the yamen back in place, "Are you steady?"

Cold metal bit into my wrists. “No! No, let me go! Where are my men?” “They’re done,” one officer said flatly. “Building’s surrounded. The rest are in custody. Everything was carried out as planned. “Planned?” I spat. “By who?” “There’s nothing you can do now, Vivian. Surrender.” That voice. I turned. It was Michael’s. No cuffs. No fear. Just… him. Standing safe—unbothered. The truth hit like a blade to my chest.

Axel then glanced at Jovan who was in a cell because it seemed that he had deliberately locked Jovan up like that. With each passing day, Jovan was causing more and more chaos and trouble at the headquarters. That's what made him fed up and imprisoned him. "Axel, I'm worried about Harvest finding out about our base and telling Damian," Jenny said. Jenny was near Axel, sitting on the side of his desk, as Axel leaned back in his chair, his feet up on the desk. "No, he didn't. He wouldn't do that because it would expose his gray attitude. He can take someone's side, then betray them at will and act like he's taking sides," Axel said confidently.

To turn this into an actual war. Where does it end? When everyone who’s ever crossed me is in prison or ruined? When Dante and I are standing alone on a pile of ashes, calling it victory? The door opens, and I expect Katya. Instead, it’s Dante. He looks... wrong. His jaw is tight, his eyes are cold, and there’s a violence barely contained beneath his calm exterior. “Michael’s been arrested,” he says. “He’ll be arraigned tomorrow. Viktor estimates five to ten years, depending on how the charges shake out.”

He skillfully used the wire to probe the lock's mechanism, searching for the perfect moment to trigger the release. After a few tense moments, the lock clicked open, and the cell door creaked as it swung open. Vicky's heart raced with excitement and relief as he stepped out of the cell, finally freed from his captivity. The next was there to unlock the cell door of the old man and Lila. He had jeopardised his life because there were two sturdy guards around their cell. Vicky stood and waited for the perfect moment to strike, and when by chance, a guard approached, he seized him from behind, hitting his head against the stone wall. The guard fell unconscious, and Vicky quickly swapped clothe

Target dies…] Mike bent down and removed the dagger from the Vulture’s throat, avoiding touching his blood. He looked around and saw a large master bed. On top of it, there was a girl. Her hands and legs had been tied and her mouth was gagged. The girl looked at Mike with shocked eyes. “Don’t worry, I mean you no harm!” he told her. Before he could elaborate though, a cell phone ringtone diverted his attention. Following the sound, Mike spotted an old cell phone lying on the bedside table. He went over and picked up the phone, checking the caller ID.

And in that moment, surrounded by the people she held dear, Abigail knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. In a separate part of the city, Michael sat alone in his luxurious prison cell. It was unlike any typical jail cell; instead, it resembled a well-furnished hotel room. Michael lounged on a comfortable couch, his expression a mix of frustration and arrogance. He repeatedly paced back and forth, glancing at his expensive wristwatch as if the time were ticking too slowly. A guard stood by the door, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Michael's every move. Michael huffed in annoyance and finally turned to the guard.

I have to think of a way out of this- If there is a way out of this. A short time later, Michael came into the cell with a medium-sized black bag that he dropped on the floor near the door. “Hello, again, little rat.” He greeted cheerfully as he walked over, looking down his nose. I looked away as I curled as tightly to the wall as I could. “You got yourself in an ultra-deep pit. I don’t think you’re going to be able to scurry out of this one. Even if Conor manages to make it.” He laughed coldly as I remained silent. “Judging by the last report, it’s really not looking good for him. You got him so fucked up.” Please hold on Conor. You have to fight, remember? Fight for our future!

He rushes at me and kicks me hard in the nut. I desperately hold onto my balls, hoping this monster hasn't ended my poor generations to come. He squats down and whispers, "This is just the beginning of hell on earth." Victor suddenly stops the attack, arranging his shirt professionally. Why the sudden act? Why the preparation? As I ponder on what to do and how to survive solitary cell for the sixth time, I hear his footsteps. The slow paced, calculated marching of the wicked prison bandit, greatly feared and revered by all the inmates, Samuel Vale.

Or maybe, piece by piece, he’d been slipping away for a long time. Either way, the man going into that basement every night? He wasn’t my brother. And tonight, I'll be knowing why. So I waited until my guards got distracted. Then I made my move. I slipped down the dimly lit stairwell, heart pounding the whole time with the thrill of finally getting some kind of answers. I had to hug the walls and try blending into the shadows to take the last flight of stairs. I finally reached the basement door and was about to open it when... Dante stormed out. He was steaming with anger. I'd never seen him this furious before.