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.

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

man, what crime did you commit

to the Montclairs because they're arrogant,"

young," murmured an elderly man, skin

lowering your head is the wiser choice. This cage is no place for you. You have your whole life

man's gaze.

lord's son called out. I didn't respond fast enough. Eight years I've

Alex

chuckled

See him?" He pointed to a man

girlfriend stared at him for five seconds.

He pointed again.

crime was even simpler. A bird dirtied a lord's fancy coat outside his

bark from a soldier interrupted them. "Shut your

guard hurled scraps of rotten food onto

followed, but only two older prisoners

portions into tiny morsels no bigger than

the pathetic crumbs. "This

old man nodded

us barely

kill each other for food. But we refuse to become animals. Instead, we split it evenly and wait to

igniting deep inside him. "The Chicago

ignore

prisoner bitterly. "They think they're kings of this country and

old man coughed

"Don't fret. One

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

"I'm sorry, but the king might not even

gave a knowing smile,

know what's happening to his own people, he's failed in his duty. The True Source put him there to serve responsibly. Still,

to finally go

"To sleep in our own

said, choking back

they dragged me away, my wife was four months pregnant. Our oldest was only two.

animal!" barked a soldier,

herself and the unborn brat when she

the shame of being married

mouth!" the prisoner

hellhole, my son will be grown,

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