Whispers traveled like wildfire through the criminal underworld. News of Seto's death—and the elimination of his entire squad—spread quickly among the gangs. His team had been infamous: elite assassins and master kidnappers, untouched by law enforcement. According to Yuna, that was because they paid off the police to look the other way.
There was, however, one gang that operated independently from the Red Hands Organization. Their crimes were dark, though not as twisted—drug dealing, theft, gambling. They called themselves ( The Iron Ghost )
Their leader was a man known as ( Durbin Jayden )
A towering figure with sharp green eyes, sun-kissed skin, and brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A tattoo marked his left shoulder, a symbol few dared ask about. Jayden was well-known, both among the giants of the Red Hands and the lesser crews scattered throughout the city.
He entered his office and spotted a newspaper neatly placed on his desk. Still standing, he picked it up and began to read.
A knock at the door broke the silence. One of his men ( Rossi ) stepped inside cautiously.
"Boss, we've received intel. A surviving unit from the gang that attacked us before is planning another strike—this time, on one of our drug stockpiles."
Jayden didn't lower the paper. "Rossi, are you intentionally disturbing me while I'm reading the news?"
"No, sir. It's urgent. I thought you'd want to know as soon as possible to avoid any issues. My apologies."
"What bothers me isn't the message—it's that you came in without my permission."
"But last time I asked for permission, you told me not to bother and to walk in after knocking."
Jayden's gaze was cold. "Yes, well, I've changed my mind. From now on, wait for my approval before entering."
"Understood, boss."
"Now, about the gang—did you verify when they're planning the attack?"
"Yes, sir. Our sources say it's going to happen tomorrow night."
"Perfect," Jayden replied, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. "I'm free tomorrow."
He grinned. "I'll go with the combat unit myself. Time to send our enemies to hell. Inform the fighters—tell them to prepare."
"Yes, sir!" Rossi beamed with pride. The boss himself was joining the battle.
Jayden had never lost a fight—not as a grunt, not as a commander, and certainly not as a leader. What truly set him apart was a secret known only to him and his late mentor: Jayden was an heir of wonder stone, one that granted him lightning-based powers and a unique weapon of devastating potential.
Despite the aura of mystery, no one questioned him. His presence inspired loyalty, not fear.
Later, seated comfortably, the waitress brought him his usual.
"Your coffee with sugar, sir. And the biscuits you like."
"Thanks,"
"You seem... off. Something wrong?"
"I'm fine. Just surprised by the news."
"You mean about Seto and his squad from the Red Hands being wiped out?"
"Yes. But what's strange is—it wasn't the police. Someone else did it. That's what's bothering me."
"I'm sure in time the truth will come out,"
"You're right. No point overthinking it. Go on, get back to work."
"As you wish, sir."
She exited the room. Alone again, Jayden muttered to himself:
"Those burns on Seto's hands and feet… that had to be the work of an Heir of a wonder Stone—I'm sure of it. I have one myself."
He exhaled deeply.
"I won't rest until I know who did this to Seto's crew."
Not out of sympathy for Seto or the Red Hands. Jayden was simply curious. Was there another Heir like him out there?
The Next Night
Jayden woke early, had a quick breakfast, and drove to one of the gang's hideouts—a front disguised as a car wash. Two black vehicles waited outside. His fighters stood by, ready.
As he parked, the men saluted.
"Good to see you, boss!"
Jayden : "Likewise. Did you bring the large batteries I asked for?"
"They're right next to the cars, sir."
"And the other equipment?"
"All accounted for."
"Good. Now stand back. I need to connect the wires."
He crouched near the armored suits—metal-reinforced over durable fabric. As he appeared to wire the batteries, he subtly channeled his electric energy into the suits, charging them with magnetic force. He didn't just build bulletproof armor—he empowered it, turning the suits into electromagnetic shields, making the wearers nearly invincible.
To his men, Jayden looked like a genius inventor. In truth, he was simply controlling the power of lightning and electricity of his stone on the armors
Later That Night
The enemy gang struck the drug stash—hidden beneath a scrap shop. It looked abandoned, no guards in sight.
"Why's there no security?" one of the intruders whispered. "Could they have moved the drugs?"
"No, look—under the junk. The drugs are here." another one answered
It was too easy. Too quiet.
Then, from the doorway, a mocking voice:
"Evening, gentlemen."
Jayden stood there, smiling. Shock rippled through the group.
"It's him—Durbin Jayden!"
"We can't beat him. We should retreat."
"No—we've already lost once. Not again!"
One of them raised a gun toward Jayden. Jayden just laughed and asked him
"You're kidding, right?"
"No. This time, we'll take you down."
"Walk away. You won't win. I'm giving you a chance to leave peacefully."
"We'll see who walks away."
They all drew their weapons, aiming at Jayden.
He smiled. "So be it." then he shouted, "Fighters—show them what we're made of!"
Three of his armored men burst from hiding. The enemy opened fire—but it was pointless. Bullets bounced off their electromagnetic armor. Jayden's fighters charged, unscathed.
Jayden moved like lightning—literally. He took down the man who'd first spoken to him with a single kick, then used that man's body to knock down two more, punching the fourth clean in the jaw. The trio tried to surround him. He blocked one blow, countered with a shot to the gut, then fired two clean rounds into the final pair when they came at him with knives.
The battle was over quickly. Every attacker lay on the ground, defeated.
The fighters surrounded Jayden, cheering.
"That was amazing, boss!"
"You took down four of them in seconds!"
Jayden grinned. "We all did great. Though honestly, it felt more like a circus than a battle."
Suddenly, the man Jayden had first spoken to, now badly injured, began laughing.
Jayden stepped closer. "What's so funny?"
"Your stupidity."
"Strange. I offered you a peaceful exit. Now your friends are all dead."
"You think this was our only attack? This was just a diversion. Our main force is hitting your western base. Your money—your operation—it's all going down."
Jayden chuckled darkly. "Two attacks at once. That's bold."
"You're finished."
Jayden turned to his men, amused. "You hear that, boys? We're finished."
His men burst out laughing again.
"What's so funny? You're all in danger!"
Jayden's eyes gleamed. "No, we're not."
"But that base holds most of your funds! If it's hit, you're ruined!"
"There's a surprise waiting for your friends at the western base."
"A... surprise?"
"A party. With music and everything."
More laughter erupted.
"You mean a bomb, don't you?"
Jayden smiled. "Of course. If you came to kill us, you can't complain when we return the favor."
" Damn you "
" Go to hell "
Jayden didn't flinch. He pulled out his gun and finished the man off with a single shot, then turned and left with his team.
Back at the cars, his phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Boss, the detonation was a success. We moved the money to the new hideout."
"Good work."
"But... there's something else."
"What is it?"
"It's Rossi. He was in a car accident. He's in the hospital."
"Is it serious?"
"Paramedics say it's a miracle he survived."
"Which hospital?"
"( White Dove Clinic ). Near the 17th and 9th district intersection."
"Got it. Thanks."
"Anything for you, boss."
Jayden ended the call, climbed into his car without another word. One of his fighters approached asking him
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"I have an urgent matter. Head back without me. And don't forget—store your suits."
"Yes, sir."