Chapter 55

• The private jet touched down smoothly, its engines humming softly against the quiet night sky. I stepped out, the cold evening air immediately biting at my exposed skin. Despite the chill, I barely noticed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The journey had been long, and I was exhausted, but rest wasn’t an option—not yet.
• For the past five days, I had been non-stop. Every hour on the move, every moment spent strategizing, had only sharpened my resolve. The weight of everything that had happened, combined with the urgency of what was to come, pushed me forward. There was no room for hesitation now.
• I glanced at my phone, quickly scanning the intelligence reports. The absence of any significant financial transactions from the Hell Monarch’s usual supply chains confirmed what I had suspected—he thought he’d already won. But the fight wasn’t over, not by a long shot.