Chapter 332

At the Kingston government office, the phone rang sharply, cutting through the heavy silence.

Jasmine lifted the receiver without breaking her stride. "Jasmine here."

"Jasmine, we have a situation!" Kelly's voice burst out, urgent and tense.

She paused, her brow furrowing. "What's happened?"

"Alex has been arrested by the Chicago military!" Kelly swiftly recounted the details, her voice clipped and precise.

As Jasmine listened, her expression darkened, eyes narrowing with every word.

"Using the Chicago military to snatch him? Whoever orchestrated this has serious connections."

"Jasmine, I bet it's one of the Chicago Lords flexing their muscle-probably the Jones family," Kelly growled.

"Yesterday Alex tore through the Jones' estate, crippled Tom's son, all to protect you. They won't let that slide."

"It definitely smells like the Jones' handiwork," Jasmine said grimly.

"But Tom alone couldn't summon military power. Another Lord must be backing him."

"I'm mobilizing Vermont's military immediately," Kelly said fiercely.

"Father already has his troops ready. We're prepared to go to war over this."

"I'll rally Vancouver's forces as well," Jasmine said with cold determination.

"Find out exactly where Alex is locked up. Leave the rest to me. If they don't free him willingly, we'll burn Chicago to the ground."

Ending the call, Jasmine immediately contacted her general in Vancouver, issuing swift and decisive orders.

The battle lines were drawn. This time, it was a fight to the death.

Inside the Chicago military base, at a barren drill ground, Alex was violently thrown into a massive cage.

Inside were about fifty ragged prisoners, their bodies frail from starvation and neglect.

Some bore festering wounds crawling with maggots.

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, scorching the prisoners without relief.

eyes turned toward him. One prisoner, gaunt and weathered, broke

crime did you commit to wind up

the Montclairs because they're arrogant," Alex

elderly man, skin hanging loosely from his fragile

This cage is no place for you.

the old man's gaze.

old man sighed bitterly. "I was just walking past when a lord's son called out. I didn't respond fast enough. Eight years I've rotted

Alex

old man chuckled darkly, shaking his

He pointed to a man with empty eye sockets and

The lord's girlfriend stared at him for five seconds. Jealousy

He pointed again.

dirtied a lord's fancy coat outside his shop.

soldier interrupted them. "Shut your mouths! Feeding time,

guard hurled scraps of rotten food

only two older prisoners stepped

into tiny morsels no bigger than two

disbelief at the pathetic crumbs.

old man nodded

give us barely

we refuse to become animals. Instead, we split it evenly and wait to see

igniting deep inside him. "The Chicago Lords think

and ignore justice?

think they're kings of

man coughed harshly,

gently, "Don't fret.

why he sits on a throne while we, his people, suffer without justice. He'll answer for

at the old man, his eyes sorrowful. "I'm sorry, but the king

old man gave a knowing smile,

people, he's failed in his duty. The True Source put

wish for is to finally go

"To sleep in our own beds

man said, choking back

was four months pregnant. Our oldest was only two. I wonder what's become of

you, animal!" barked a soldier, swaggering toward

wife committed suicide-killed herself and the unborn brat when

the shame of being

filthy mouth!" the

liar! When I leave this hellhole, my son will be grown, and

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