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!"

brutal truth behind the chaos

knew from his Chicago connections that only two families like Dupont and Hernandez openly favored war,

all Chicago's ruling families were itching for war, waiting for someone else to spark the flames so they

was quietly preparing to seize the biggest rewards from

***

Alfred Kingston's voice trembled with fury as he

to the minister, his voice

Jasmine Kingston, governor of Vancouver, is a

wasted no time contacting Chicago's lord, his voice tense and direct. "Tom Jones, did you sanction your son's kidnapping

Jones laughed harshly, mockery dripping from his

knows he, Jasmine, and Kelly have been craving

thinning, "Cut the nonsense, Tom. Did you order your son to abduct

no. They

twisted

witness. Joe Thompson himself can swear on his life-your son, Hugh

Tom spat out a harsh

start a war with us. Don't you

by causing trouble. Got any other witnesses? No?

stop dragging your daughter

knew Tom Jones was strategically dismissing

them into war, painting the Kingstons as desperate troublemakers to rally

Pure propaganda, but effective.

her phone and

town, Alex Leonhard stood uncomfortably in the

Hostility seeped from

deep with

firmly. "Good to meet

didn't give us any instructions on handling you. You'll be treated like any other agent here. Now, what's your

met his

hit Vancouver with a nuclear strike within a week. Hugh

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