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

Chicago connections that only two families like Dupont and Hernandez openly favored war, while the rest waited

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

quietly preparing to seize the biggest rewards from the coming

***

Alfred Kingston's voice trembled with fury as he processed Joe's

he reached out to the

Kidnapping Jasmine Kingston, governor of

voice tense and direct. "Tom Jones, did you sanction your son's kidnapping

Jones laughed harshly, mockery dripping from

he? Trying to play the victim to justify an attack on Chicago. Everyone knows he, Jasmine, and Kelly have been craving our

interrupted sharply, his patience thinning, "Cut the nonsense, Tom.

They better have solid proof before flinging accusations my

twisted with controlled

footage was destroyed, but we have a witness. Joe Thompson himself can swear on his life-your son, Hugh Jones,

Tom spat out a

with us. Don't you get

Got any other witnesses?

else and stop

knew Tom Jones was strategically dismissing Kingston's

push them into war, painting the Kingstons as desperate

Pure propaganda, but effective.

her

town, Alex Leonhard stood uncomfortably in the lobby of the

seeped from every glance around

with authority. "Alex Leonhard, right?

firmly. "Good to

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

met his

a nuclear strike within a week. Hugh Jones

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