On my release day, a billionaire forced my little sister to donate her kidney
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Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.
Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.
"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"
At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.
They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.
That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.
Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:
"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"
At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.
Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.
"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"
At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.
They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.
That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.
Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:
"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"
At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.
