“Sir, you must be joking. This is a casino.”

  “I don’t give a shit! If you don’t return our money, we’re smashing this pce to the ground!” Finnick grabbed the manager by the colr and threw him aside like a rag doll.

  The rest of the crew didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, three dice machines were kicked apart, their shattered pieces flying across the room.

  WEEEEE-OOOOO! WEEEEE-OOOOO!

  The casino’s arm bred through the VIP room.

  Guests scrambled back, some gasping, others ughing under their breath. No one stepped in to help. They all just watched, some with mild amusement, others with pity.

  “These guys are dead,” someone muttered from a distance.

  The manager wiped the blood trickling down his forehead, his face twisted with fury. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he looked at Finnick and the others like they were already corpses.

  So unlucky… he thought bitterly.

  What had seemed like a group of fat sheep had turned out to be a pack of rabid dogs. He could tell just by looking at them—they weren’t high-css awakened. They were from the slums, the kind that didn’t know their pce.

  The casino was in chaos, but the majority of guests stayed put, sipping their drinks, eager to see how this would py out.

  The manager gnced toward the entrance and let out a breath of relief.

  More than twenty security personnel had arrived, moving swiftly toward the disturbance. Their leader, a towering man with sharp eyes, was also an awakened.

  “Gentlemen, I’ll have to ask you to come with us.” The security captain’s voice was calm but firm.

  The manager quickly stepped back behind the guards. Normally, losers who threw tantrums weren’t a big deal—he’d seen plenty. But awakened ones? They usually knew better than to stir up trouble in a pce like this.

  They should be smart enough to back down now…

  But then Finnick let out a mocking ugh. “What’s this? You gonna rob us now? Beat the shit out of us?”

  The manager and security captain both froze.

  The six awakened men weren’t backing down. They weren’t calming the fuck down. Instead, their eyes burned red with rage. Like they were ready to kill.

  And that’s when the manager felt the first prickle of fear. These guys weren’t just pissed-off gamblers. Are these guys crazy?

  The machines had gone silent. The once-lively music had cut off completely. The casino floor was in chaos as the manager scrambled to evacuate the guests.

  Even though these six men were brash, reckless, and clearly had no idea what rules they were breaking, they were still awakened—and that made them dangerous. If they really went berserk, security wouldn’t stand a fucking chance against them.

  "Call for backup! Now!"

  The security guard who had already taken a brutal beating staggered back, his face swollen and smeared with blood. Fury burned in his eyes.

  You dumb bastards really think you can stir shit up at the Crown Hotel?

  "You’re dead," he muttered before grabbing his pager.

  "There’s a situation in the VIP room. Six awakeneds—send everyone. Move your asses!"

  Heavy, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Within minutes, a squad of awakened security enforcers stormed in, their expressions cold and unforgiving. The man leading them took a single gnce at the scene—shattered gss, overturned tables, smoking machines, and six broad-shouldered bastards standing there, smirking like they owned the pce.

  His face twisted with disgust. "Take these dumbasses down!" The order came sharp and final.

  The squad didn’t hesitate.

  Fists flew. Tables crashed. A full-blown brawl erupted in the VIP room.

  Kieran and Finnick exchanged uneasy gnces. They had expected trouble—but not *this* much trouble. Shit... there’s more awakened fighters here than we thought.

  Including the first one they fought, the hotel had ten awakened enforcers.

  Kieran clenched his jaw. They were strong—but they weren’t invincible.

  "Skye," he muttered under his breath. "You owe me a damn drink after this."

  The fight had already turned into a warzone, but despite the chaos, Kieran felt a sense of calm. Everything was unfolding exactly as Axel had pnned.

  He shot a quick look at Finnick, who gave him a subtle nod. Their part in the show was nearly over. The real fun was about to begin.

  Outside the VIP room, guests had started trickling back in, eager to watch the spectacle. Many were wealthy businessmen, high-css elites. But awakened fighters? That was a rare sight. It wasn’t every day you got to watch high-powered warriors tear each other apart like caged animals.

  Even level-one awakened individuals were considered privileged, a css above the rest.

  Inside a dimly lit private room overlooking the casino, Skye and his team watched everything unfold through hidden cameras. The entire operation pyed out on multiple screens, each angle capturing the chaos below.

  "Director," a voice called from outside the room.

  A subordinate stepped in, looking tense. "We found a lead, sir. But to confirm it, we need to detain some of Wolfe’s awakened men. So… we took action on our own."

  Skye turned his head slowly.

  Standing in the doorway was an old man, his sharp gaze cutting through the tension like a bde.

  Skye opened his mouth—then closed it.

  He hadn’t told Vexler about this mission. He knew the old man would’ve shut it down in an instant. The risk was too high.

  But Vexler just sighed, settling onto the leather sofa. "Do what you have to do."

  Skye exhaled. He hadn’t expected that. Then, from the shadows, another man stepped into the room.

  A stranger—tall, sharp-featured, with piercing eyes and a bck trench coat that made him look like he belonged in some old noir film.

  He was younger than Skye, but something about him radiated authority. Power. The man said nothing. He simply smiled, then sat next to Vexler.

  And suddenly, Skye felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Pressure.

  Vexler’s attention was locked onto the screens, his expression unreadable.

  As he watched Kieran’s group trashing the casino, his frown deepened.

  This… is the pn? This looked like a bunch of thugs throwing a tantrum.

  Skye saw the disappointment in his eyes. But he didn’t expin. Because, truthfully? He didn’t fucking know if Axel’s pn was going to work either.

  VIP Room – Crown Casino "These dumbasses must have a death wish." Frost let out a slow breath, stepping back from the fight.

  And yet... something felt off. Why the hell would these six awakened guys just show up and start shit with them? There had to be a reason.

  As he reached for his phone, he heard a guttural roar rip through the air.

  His head snapped up just in time to see the big tattooed bastard—Finnick—his chest rising and falling like a caged beast on the verge of snapping. His pupils were diting, his hands trembling.

  And then—his lips curled into a grin.

  Before Frost could react, Finnick yanked a bck bottle from his pocket and dumped a handful of pills into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, roared.

  "I don’t give a shit about these goddamn Force-increasing Pills—I'M KILLING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TODAY!"

  Frost froze. Force-increasing Pills?!

  An entire fucking bottle?!

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