The heavy, armored tires of the custom Shaw-line coupe crunched over the gravel driveway of the family estate. By the time Leo Shaw stepped out of the vehicle, his mobile device was already buzzing with a high-priority notification from Hank Zane.
Target neutralized. The city records have been updated to reflect a voluntary disappearance. The southwest district cleanup is finalized. Sleep well, Young Master.
Leo stared at the screen for a moment, his expression as calm and unreadable as a deep trench in the Netherlands. He didn't feel a flicker of guilt. In the Metahuman World, a man like Jack Lewis, who harbored venomous intent while possessing the potential of an A-rank Rock Turtle Possession, was more dangerous than a wild Steel-Fang Tiger. He was a liability to Leo's future harem and
