"Hey there, pretty lady, why'd you cuff yourself? What kind of game are you playing? Or do you have some special hobby?" Campbell Watson teased Brooke maliciously, seeing her shocked expression.

He had been scared out of his wits earlier.

Although he couldn't do much to her, he could still take some verbal jabs.

"You bastard, what did you do to me? Do you believe I'll shoot you?" Brooke yanked at the handcuffs, making them clink loudly.

Her eyes were filled with murderous intent as her right hand quickly reached for the holster at her waist.

"Oh, I'm so scared, Officer. Are you threatening me?" Campbell said, feigning fear. With a flick of his wrist, a police-issued gun appeared in his hand.

The mocking look on his face grew even more pronounced.

"My gun..." Brooke's hand came up empty. She stared at the gun in Campbell's hand, her eyes wide with disbelief.

When had that bastard managed to snatch her gun without her noticing?

"Who the hell are you?" Brooke demanded loudly, her expression stern and her eyes burning with intensity as she glared at Campbell.

As a detective and a skilled martial artist, she was certain that this man was a hidden master. At the very least, he was stronger than she was.

What puzzled Brooke was why a martial arts expert would hijack a taxi. Could he be a desperate criminal on the run?

The thought made her heart race, and she became very nervous.

Would he kill her to silence her? Or worse, do something terrible before killing her? Or kill her first and then...?

If Campbell Watson knew what Brooke was thinking, he would have been speechless.

He was a law-abiding citizen, okay?

Campbell skillfully unloaded the bullets from the gun, one by one, onto the back seat of the taxi, then handed the empty gun back to Brooke.

"Relax, miss. I'm not a bad guy," Campbell said, noticing Brooke's tension. He smiled and added, "Everything I said earlier is true.

Believe it or not, I need to go save someone now. Sorry for any trouble."

Campbell gave Brooke a polite nod. After all, she was a police officer, and he had just returned to the country and didn't want to get on the wrong side of the law.

He waved and walked briskly toward the police motorcycle.

"Hey, stop right there..."

"Vroom!"

Before Brooke could finish her shout, Campbell jumped on the police motorcycle, started it, revved the engine, and sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"You jerk, don't let me catch you..."

Brooke glared in the direction Campbell had disappeared, her eyes filled with anger.

All her life, even after joining the police force, she had always been exceptional. But today, she felt utterly defeated.

Handcuffed with her own cuffs, her service pistol taken, and her police motorcycle stolen... It was a complete defeat.

For Brooke Carter, this was an utter humiliation!

After a few minutes, Brooke calmed herself down, took out the key, and unlocked the handcuffs. She hesitated for a moment but eventually called a friend in the criminal investigation unit.

Having her police motorcycle stolen by a criminal was not something she wanted her superiors to know about.

So, she had to seek help from her friend in the criminal investigation unit, using their technology to locate the motorcycle.

She swore she would catch that despicable jerk!

Meanwhile, Campbell Watson was riding the stolen police motorcycle, weaving through the dense traffic at high speed. With a few impressive drifts, his riding skills were even better than Brooke's.

His eagle-sharp eyes scanned the congested traffic for the silver-gray van.

"Disappeared?"

After chasing for about ten minutes, Campbell hadn't seen any sign of the van, causing his brows to furrow.

Given the van's speed, he should have caught up by now. Why hadn't he even seen a trace of it?

Campbell looked around. On both sides of the highway were the rolling Finian hills and endless fields, with scattered houses here and there, desolate and quiet.

To the southeast, about three or four miles away, there was a cluster of run-down villages with red brick and gray tiles.

"...Could they have gone there?"

Campbell frowned, thought for a moment, then turned the motorcycle around, riding against the traffic. He soon found a gravel road leading to the village.

After driving along the gravel road for about a mile or two, it turned into a bumpy dirt path.

Campbell Watson parked his police motorcycle by the roadside and crouched down to inspect the ground. There were two clear tire tracks.

Just as he thought!

Campbell smirked and stood up. The van he was tracking had indeed headed towards the village.

The village was only about a mile away. To avoid alerting the suspects, he pushed his police motorcycle into the bushes by the road and camouflaged it. Then, he crouched low and quickly made his way towards the village.

The village was small, with about thirty or forty households, all in low, old red-brick houses that looked like they had been there for years.

The village was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog, making it feel even more desolate.

Most of the young and able-bodied villagers had gone to work in the cities, leaving behind mostly the elderly. Those who did well would take their elders to enjoy a better life, so there were many such deserted villages across the Celestial Nation.

This place was sparsely populated and rarely connected with the outside world, making it an ideal hideout for criminals.

Campbell silently followed the tire tracks.

On the northern side of the village, there was a relatively grand courtyard. It used to be the village chief's house, but the chief's family had moved to the city three years ago, leaving the place vacant.

The chief would only return during the New Year or for the Qingming Festival to pay respects to his ancestors, but he would leave the same day. The large house had remained empty.

Now, it had become the kidnappers' hideout.

In the courtyard, there was a silver-gray van, the very vehicle Campbell had been tracking.

"Fifth, hide the van properly. Third and Fourth, take the woman inside and tie her up securely. Don't let her escape; she's our ticket to a fortune."

The bald man who had been sitting in the passenger seat started giving orders.

The other three immediately followed his instructions.

The fifth guy drove the car to a corner of the yard and covered it with a tarp, while the third and fourth guys dragged the woman towards the main hall.

The bald man took out his phone, made a call, said a few words, then hung up, turned off the phone, and even removed the battery.

It seemed he knew a bit about counter-surveillance.

"Fifth, you stay outside and keep watch. The employer said someone will come to inspect the goods later. Keep an eye out," the bald man shouted to the fifth guy, who had just finished parking the car, then followed the others into the main hall.

"Every time, it's me who has to keep watch while you guys have fun inside... But man, that woman is really something. I've never seen such a beautiful chick, like a goddess...

If I could have a go with her, I'd die happy..."

The fifth guy leaned against the peeling gate, lit a cigarette, and started daydreaming with a lecherous expression.

He didn't notice a swift figure moving stealthily through the overgrown weeds, getting closer and closer...

Just as he heard a noise nearby and was about to turn his head, Campbell Watson appeared like a ghost on his left side, grabbed his head, and twisted it forcefully.

Crack!

Before the fifth guy could react, his neck was twisted like a pretzel, killing him instantly.

His face was frozen in a look of shock and confusion.

Campbell carefully dragged the body behind a pile of red bricks, then picked up a few small stones and slipped through the gate.

The yard was empty and overgrown with weeds, filled with a strong musty smell.

Campbell Watson walked slowly along the small gravel path in the middle of the yard, heading towards the main house.

The door to the main house was half-open, and he could hear the crude arguments of several men and the sound of bottles smashing on the ground.

Campbell slipped through the half-open door with agile movements, making no noise at all.

The room was mostly empty, with almost everything cleared out.

About twenty feet from the door, there was a heavily chipped folding table and a few old wooden chairs that looked like they had been dragged out from some corner.

Three kidnappers were sitting around the table, playing cards.

The table was littered with various snacks, betel nuts, and cigarettes. The floor was covered with cigarette butts, betel nut husks, instant noodle cups, food containers, and beer bottles.

Promise Nelson, the kidnapped daughter of Magnus Nelson, was tied to a wooden post nearby. Her head was slightly bowed, her hair covering her face, but it couldn't hide her stunning, alluring figure, which made the three kidnappers restless and filled with lust.

"Hey, this woman is too beautiful. Should we have some fun first?" one of them suggested.

"I'm burning up just looking at her..." another one added.

"Shut the hell up! Everyone stay in line. The boss said anyone who touches this woman loses a hand," the bald man barked, his face stern. However, his greedy eyes kept wandering over Promise's body.

This woman was a rare beauty, with a perfect figure that could make any man weak.

The bald man felt his mouth go dry and his heart race with desire, but he held back, remembering the boss's strict orders.

The other two kidnappers quickly averted their lustful gazes as well. They knew better than to disobey the boss.

"What the hell, who are you? How did you get in here?"

The third guy, who had been facing the door, finally noticed Campbell Watson walking toward them step by step.

The other two thugs reacted quickly, immediately turning around and almost simultaneously pulling out their guns, pointing the dark barrels straight at Campbell.

"Where's Five? What did you do to him?"

The bald brute clicked off the safety of his gun and shouted at Campbell, his eyes blazing with a murderous glare, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

"Tsk!"

Campbell Watson's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. Despite facing three handguns, he remained calm and composed.

His unflinching demeanor made the bald thug feel a sudden wave of unease. Anyone who could stay this calm while being held at gunpoint was either a fool or someone so formidable that they didn't fear bullets or blades. Clearly, Campbell wasn't a fool...

"I'll ask you one question. Answer it well, and I might consider letting you go. If your answer displeases me, I won't hesitate to send you to join your buddy," Campbell said, tossing a small pebble in his hand and squinting his eyes.

As he spoke, he walked closer to the three kidnappers, closing the distance between them.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, making the air around them feel heavy and oppressive.

If he didn't want to find out who had hired them, these three would already be corpses...

"Step any closer, and I'll blow your head off!" the third thug shouted, his voice betraying his fear. His hand, trembling, tightened on the trigger.

"You're shaking so much, you might accidentally fire," Campbell mocked, his lips curling into a sneer.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the pebbles in his hand shot out with a sharp whistle, moving at incredible speed.

Before the three kidnappers could react, the pebbles struck theiracupressure points precisely, rendering them immobile.

The three kidnappers' wrists went numb, losing their strength, and their guns fell to the ground.

"Dammit, die already..."

The third kidnapper hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out another gun from behind his waist. He liked to play with dual guns, so he often carried two.

Campbell Watson didn't expect the guy to have another gun, but he wasn't going to give him the chance to use it.

As soon as the third kidnapper drew his gun, Campbell charged at him. When he moved, he was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, exuding an overwhelming and destructive killing intent.

Although these kidnappers had some skills, they were no match for Campbell, a martial arts master who had cultivated inner strength.

Locked onto by Campbell's killing intent, the third kidnapper felt like he was being targeted by a prehistoric beast. The terrifying sense of impending death made his heart race, his hair stand on end, and his movements freeze.

In that split second, Campbell was already in front of him. With a hand as strong as steel, he grabbed the man's throat.

Crack.

Without a word, Campbell snapped the third kidnapper's neck, killing him instantly.

As the body fell limply to the ground, Campbell returned to his original spot, calmly lighting a cigarette, his expression cold and indifferent.

The bald thug glanced at the lifeless body of his comrade, his Adam's apple bobbing, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his hand trembling as he held his gun.

The killing intent Campbell had just displayed made him feel like he was in an ice-cold abyss, utterly terrified.

Even from his boss, he had never felt such a terrifying killing intent.

It reminded him of the time he encountered a demon-level higher-up in the organization. That higher-up had a similarly horrifying aura.

As an outer member, he was like an ant in the eyes of such a demon-level figure, someone he could only look up to.

The young man before him was a top-notch expert, comparable to the demon-level higher-ups in the organization.

The gap in their strength was too vast.

Even though he had a gun, he didn't dare to make a single move.

"What do you want to know?" The bald man swallowed hard, asking cautiously.

He was scared.

Thugs like them were ruthless when facing the weak, but when confronted with someone stronger, they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

"Who is your employer?" Campbell Watson exhaled a ring of smoke, asking calmly.

"I-I don't know..." The bald man shook his head, fearing the other wouldn't believe him, and quickly explained.

"I really don't know. Our boss is the one who takes the jobs and makes the plans. We just follow orders... We don't know anything else."

Another thug, the fourth in rank, was also terrified, nodding frantically on the side: "Even the target, we only find out an hour before the mission..."

"Oh? Is that so? Then where is your boss?"

Campbell's sharp gaze, like a knife, scrutinized the bald man and the fourth thug.

The two men were terrified, cold sweat dripping down their backs, not daring to make a sound.

It seemed like the person standing before them wasn't a man but a grim reaper from hell, ready to take their lives with ease.

"N-No, we don't know... The boss moves around a lot, we really don't know..."

The two kidnappers shook their heads vigorously, sweat pouring down like rain, their eyes filled with fear and pleading.

"Oh... In that case, you have no value left to live."

Before Campbell Watson finished his sentence, he suddenly pushed off with his legs, shooting forward like an arrow leaving the bow. His speed was so fast that it created a thunderous roar in the air.

The two kidnappers didn't even have time to react before they felt a tremendous force hit them, sending them flying. The world spun around them, and then everything went black as they lost consciousness...

Thud! Thud!

Two bodies fell from the height, kicking up dust.

Their chests were caved in, blood and flesh mangled, already lifeless.

At this moment, the last syllable of Campbell's sentence finally left his mouth.

Campbell looked at the three bodies on the ground, his face expressionless. From the moment he appeared, the fate of these kidnappers had been sealed.

Creak.

Campbell turned to untie the ropes binding Promise when a screeching sound of brakes came from outside the yard.

Next came the sound of a car door closing and the gate being pushed open.

A flurry of hurried footsteps approached the main house.

Campbell Watson reacted quickly, erasing any traces of his presence and swiftly slipping into the side hall. He crouched by the window, hiding behind a pile of clutter.

Just as he concealed himself, a well-dressed young man pushed the door open and entered.

The young man had sharp features, a sinister look, and a menacing aura around his eyes, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Holy crap, they're dead?"

The young man was shocked to see three bodies on the floor, his face turning pale.

After composing himself, he picked up a handgun from the ground, cautiously scanning the room. Finding nothing suspicious, he quickly moved toward Promise Nelson, who was tied to a wooden post.

Though he didn't know why the kidnappers were dead, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Promise, Promise..." The young man grabbed Promise Nelson's shoulders, shaking her forcefully.

"Ugh..."

Promise Nelson groaned, her delicate brows furrowing. Her head drooped and swayed, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she showed signs of waking up.

"Promise Nelson, don't blame me. Only if you die can I become the true heir of SkyRise Corporation."

Seeing her about to wake up, the young man's expression twisted with malice. His eyes gleamed with a savage light as he raised his right hand, aiming the gun at Promise Nelson's head.

He disengaged the safety and slowly applied pressure to the trigger.

His eyes flashed with a crazed intent to kill...

Campbell Watson, who had been watching closely, felt a surge of murderous intent and was about to make his move when suddenly, the sound of police sirens blared outside.

"Well, they sure know how to time it. Not as dumb as I thought," Campbell muttered under his breath, pulling back behind the clutter.

Bang, bang, bang...

Car doors slammed shut, and the sound of footsteps rapidly approached the warehouse.

The young man, who had been snarling moments before, suddenly became panicked and flustered, not knowing what to do.

Cops? How could there be cops in such a remote place?

The young man was stunned. Killing Promise Nelson was now the last thing on his mind.

He quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingerprints off the gun and shoved it into the hand of one of the corpses. Then, he took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to put on a look of extreme urgency as he pretended to untie Promise from the wooden post.

"Bang."

At that moment, the door was violently kicked open, the two halves of the door hanging precariously from the frame, creaking as if they could fall at any moment.

Brooke, covered in a thick layer of dust, stormed in with a menacing aura.

"You bastard, come out now! I know you're hiding here..." Brooke shouted, but immediately fell silent.

She had seen the three corpses on the ground and the woman tied to the wooden post.

"Police! Don't move! Hands on your head and get on the ground, or I'll shoot!" Brooke quickly aimed her gun at the young man who was untying the ropes, shouting sternly.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The two male officers following Brooke saw the three bodies and the three American handguns on the ground. They were shocked and immediately realized the gravity of the situation. They quickly drew their guns and called the city's criminal investigation unit.

These two male officers were members of the criminal investigation unit. They had received a call for help from Brooke and, having nothing else to do, decided to accompany her to catch a thief. They wanted to see who had the guts to mess with the police force's toughest officer, but they hadn't expected to stumble upon a shooting-related homicide.

A shooting case was a big deal.

"Wait, wait... This is a misunderstanding... I'm not a bad guy. I'm Berloff Nelson, the general manager of SkyRise Corporation.

This person who was kidnapped is our president, Promise Nelson. I..."

"I don't care who you are. Now, put your hands on your head and get on the ground immediately," Brooke interrupted the young man's explanation, warning him sternly once more.

"Don't, don't shoot! I'm getting down, I'm getting down..."

The young man, staring at the dark barrel of the gun, felt a chill run down his spine. He obediently put his hands on his head and squatted down.

One of the male officers immediately rushed over, handcuffed the young man, and pushed him aside. The other officer, while keeping an eye on the surroundings, slowly approached to examine the three bodies.

One had his throat crushed to death, and the other two had their chest bones shattered, internal organs ruptured, as if they had been hit by a truck. Their deaths were gruesome.

The officer inspecting the bodies couldn't help but take a sharp breath, his eyes showing a trace of shock.

Preliminary estimates suggested that the three men hadn't even had a chance to fire their guns before they were killed in one blow.

The perpetrator was no ordinary person!

"Ugh... Where am I?"

Promise Nelson, who was tied to a wooden post, slowly regained consciousness. Her beautiful eyes opened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a look of confusion.

Brooke holstered his gun and quickly walked over to untie her, speaking softly, "Don't be afraid. We're the police. You're safe now."

"Police?"

Promise, still groggy from just waking up, was slow to process what was happening.

With Brooke's help, she sat down on a nearby chair. It took her a moment to recall the events at the airport.

Her father had mentioned that someone very important was coming to East Sea City and insisted she personally go to pick them up. She had canceled a company meeting and driven to the airport.

As soon as she got out of the car, someone had covered her mouth and nose with something from behind, and she had lost consciousness...

It was clear now-she had been kidnapped!

"Thank you," Promise said, quickly composing herself. She tidied her disheveled hair, revealing her stunning yet cold face.

"Are you Promise Nelson? It really is you!"

Brooke finally got a good look at her and couldn't help but exclaim, her face showing utter disbelief.

How could it be her?

That jerk's words were true-Promise Nelson, the beautiful CEO of SkyRise Corporation, had indeed been kidnapped!

Promise Nelson smiled kindly and asked, "Officer, when can I leave?"

"Promise, Promise, thank goodness you're awake... it's me, it's me!"

At that moment, the young man squatting nearby suddenly lifted his head and shouted excitedly at Promise.

"Berloff Nelson? What are you doing here?"

Promise turned towards the voice, a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

The young man was Berloff Nelson, the general manager of SkyRise Corporation and also Promise's cousin.

Berloff had lost his parents at a young age and was taken in by Magnus Nelson in East Sea City. After graduating, he was placed in the company, starting from the bottom. Due to his outstanding abilities, he was quickly promoted to general manager, assisting Promise.

However, Promise had never been particularly fond of her cousin. She always felt that he was too scheming and calculating, which made her uncomfortable.

The officer holding Berloff noticed that the two knew each other and treated Berloff a bit more kindly, but he didn't remove the handcuffs.

Berloff being at the crime scene was highly suspicious. Until his innocence was proven, he remained a suspect.

Therefore, the three officers were also keen to hear how Berloff would explain himself.

"Oh, that... I was originally at the airport to pick up a friend, but I happened to see you being kidnapped by some men in black at the entrance..."

"Then, I followed the kidnappers in my car, intending to find out where they were taking you before calling the police. But just as I was about to call, I heard some screams from the yard. Worried about your safety, I rushed in without thinking, only to find that the kidnappers were already dead..."

Berloff explained earnestly.

"Oh? Quite a coincidence, isn't it?" The two male officers were skeptical of Berloff Nelson's explanation.

On the surface, Berloff's story seemed flawless and easily verifiable, but it just sounded too convenient.

As members of the criminal investigation team who dealt with major cases daily, they never believed in coincidences.

Every coincidence had a plan behind it.

Berloff shrugged helplessly, looking innocent. "That's how it happened. If you don't believe me, you can investigate."

"You said you rushed in as soon as you heard the scream, right?" Brooke suddenly walked over and grabbed Berloff by the collar, frowning.

"Uh, yes, yes," Berloff stammered, nodding instinctively.

"Did you see the person who killed the kidnappers?" Brooke stared intently into Berloff's eyes, pressing on.

Berloff quickly shook his head. "No, I didn't.

When I came in, I only saw three bodies and Promise. I didn't see anyone else."

"No one?" Brooke released Berloff, her brows furrowing deeper.

Berloff had rushed in upon hearing the scream but didn't see the killer. About five minutes later, the officers arrived, and during that time, Brooke hadn't noticed anyone leaving.

So, the person who killed the kidnappers was still in the mansion?

Where could they be hiding?

The main hall of the house was about a hundred square feet, very empty, with most of the items moved out. The only places to hide were the side rooms on either side.

Brooke drew her gun and suddenly rushed toward the left side room. Inside, there was nothing but an old wooden bed, clearly visible, and no one was hiding there.

"Brooke, what's going on? Did you find something?"

The two male officers beside her also drew their guns, whispering softly.

"I suspect the person who killed the kidnapper is still on the scene. Cover me," Brooke said in a low voice, slowly moving toward the other side room.

The two male officers took deep breaths, their expressions tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. They approached the side room where Campbell Watson was hiding, one on the left and one on the right, guns raised.

Brooke had already figured out the killer's identity.

Based on the police motorcycle abandoned two miles away and the skills of that shameless bastard, the identity of the killer was becoming clear.

Inside the side room, hidden behind some clutter, Campbell Watson heard the footsteps outside getting closer and couldn't help but smile slightly.

He had stayed behind just to ensure Promise Nelson's safety.

Now that the police had arrived and Promise was safe, there was no need for him to stay.

Before Brooke and the others could burst through the door, Campbell flipped and jumped out of the broken window...

Bang!

"Freeze! Police!"

Brooke kicked the door open and rushed inside, shouting as she quickly scanned the room.

The room reeked of mold, and aside from a pile of clutter by the window, the space was mostly empty.

She immediately dashed to the pile of clutter, but it was empty.

"The killer must have fled a while ago. The windows here are broken, making it easy to escape without drawing attention," one of the two male officers said as they holstered their guns.

Brooke stared at the messy footprints on the floor and the half-handprint on the windowsill, her brows furrowing deeply.

That bastard had escaped again.

"No matter where you run, I will bring you to justice," Brooke silently vowed, clenching her fists.

She was a police officer, and upholding the law was her duty.

Even though Campbell Watson had killed a kidnapper, it was still murder, and he had to be punished.

Woo-woo-woo...

The sharp sound of police sirens approached, breaking the silence of the industrial area.

"The captain and the team are here," one of the male officers said as they went out to meet them.

Brooke took a deep breath, quickly adjusting her emotions. Before leaving, she deliberately wiped the half-handprint off the windowsill with her hand.

She also stomped around the clutter, making the already messy footprints even more chaotic, leaving no clear prints behind.

Thud, thud, thud...

A dozen agile detectives, clad in bulletproof vests and armed with guns, rushed in.

"What happened here? Someone explain this to me!"

A middle-aged man with a square, resolute face and a sturdy build stepped forward from the group of detectives. His hawk-like eyes quickly scanned the bodies and guns on the ground before finally fixing on Brooke and the two others who had just emerged from a side room. His voice was stern and commanding.

This man was Captain Hartman of the city's Criminal Investigation Division. As soon as he received the call from his subordinates, he immediately led the team over.

A shooting homicide was a major case.

Since Brooke had been temporarily reassigned from the division, the two male officers began to report the details of the case...

.....

Emperor Grand Hotel, top floor presidential suite, East Sea City.

A young man with delicate features and handsome looks stood naked in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, gently swirling a wine glass in his hand.

The blood-red wine reflected a mesmerizing, seductive glow.

"One day, I will become the king of East Sea City!"

The young man gazed down at the bustling city through the enormous window, his eyes gleaming with ambitious light.

Beneath him, a woman with fox-like allure and a voluptuous figure was diligently working, her sensual moans occasionally escaping her throat, stirring the blood...

Buzz...

The phone on the nightstand suddenly vibrated.

The young man glanced at his phone, raising an eyebrow as he picked it up.

"Mr. Finnegan, there's been an incident..."

As soon as the call connected, a panicked voice came from the other end.

"Why are you panicking? Speak!" The young man frowned deeply, a hint of irritation on his face.

"Mr. Finnegan, according to the intel, four of the kidnappers who took Promise Nelson are dead. Promise has been rescued by the police..."

"Useless! What did you promise me before?

You can't even handle this simple task. What good are you to me?" The young man roared angrily, cutting off the other person mid-sentence.

"Mr. Finnegan, I..."

"Shut up! This failed kidnapping means that old man Magnus Nelson will be on guard now... You're all just a bunch of failures!"

The young man was clearly furious, continuing his tirade without giving the other person a chance to speak.

The person on the other end of the line remained silent, enduring the young man's wrath.

"You said four are dead? What about the fifth one?" The young man finally asked, getting to the point after venting his anger.

"Their leader wasn't there. He survived, but his whereabouts are currently unknown..."

"Unknown?"

The young man's icy voice sent chills down the spine of the person on the other end of the call.

"Mr. Finnegan, give me three days. I promise I'll find out where he is," the voice on the other end quickly assured.

"You have three days to find the kidnappers alive and deal with them. If you fail, you know the consequences!" the young man said before abruptly hanging up the phone.

"Damn it, useless bunch," he muttered angrily.

His face twisted in frustration as he tightly gripped his phone. He then grabbed the hair of the beautiful woman next to him, ignoring her screams, and threw her aside...