Jasmine Kingston stood tall, exuding confidence and a chilling grace.

"Listen carefully, Mr. Nobody. My man is far stronger than you could ever comprehend. When he comes for you, you'll regret every single decision you made today."

She turned away with a contemptuous smirk, fully aware that any resistance would result in slaughter.

Jasmine stepped outside, holding her composure despite the dread building in her chest.

"Me? Regret?" The massive figure sneered with derision, his voice a cold growl.

"Lady, I'm the most dangerous man walking this country. If your hero dares to show up, I'll make sure he's damned straight to hell, regretting every moment he ever dreamed of saving you."

Two of his henchmen emerged, dragging old Joe Thompson forward.

His face was a battered mess, blood running freely from his head, glasses shattered.

Through the haze of pain, Joe spat defiantly, "You'll pay for this, Hugh Jones! Mark my words."

Surprise flickered briefly in Hugh's ruthless eyes, followed swiftly by cruel amusement.

"Didn't expect to find a ghost from Chicago here. Pathetic as always, Thompson." Stepping forward, Hugh gripped Joe's broken face firmly, twisting painfully.

"You once ruled as Chicago's sixth kingpin. But you got soft, tossed out like garbage. And now look at you-chasing scraps in this worthless hole, beaten again by the Kingstons."

With deliberate brutality, Hugh smashed Joe's nose, the sickening crunch echoing clearly.

Blood erupted, unstoppable and vivid against Joe's pale skin.

Through blinding pain and fury, Joe watched helplessly as Hugh hauled Jasmine roughly toward a waiting helicopter.

Rage and despair consumed him, his shout fierce and desperate.

"Get word to Alfred and Kelly Kingston now!"

knew the brutal truth behind the

families like Dupont and Hernandez openly favored war, while the

families were itching for war, waiting for someone else to

family was quietly preparing to seize the

***

with fury as he

he reached out to the minister, his voice

of Vancouver, is a blatant act of war. This

his voice tense and direct. "Tom Jones, did you sanction your son's kidnapping of Jasmine Kingston?

mockery

he? Trying to play the victim to justify an attack on Chicago. Everyone knows he, Jasmine, and Kelly have been craving our territory for years. But make no mistake-we won't be

sharply, his patience thinning, "Cut the nonsense, Tom. Did you order your son to abduct Jasmine? Yes or

voice coldly defiant. "Hell no. They better have solid proof before flinging

twisted

but we have a witness. Joe Thompson himself can swear

Thompson?" Tom spat out a harsh

snake would sell his own soul to start a war with us. Don't you get it? He's no friend-Chicago booted him out for a

Got

stop dragging your daughter into your

the exchange carefully. She knew Tom

to push them into war, painting the Kingstons as

Pure propaganda, but effective.

picked up her phone and dialed

Alex Leonhard stood uncomfortably

branch. Hostility seeped from

with authority.

firmly.

give us any instructions on

met his

nuclear

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