Rex’s destination was clear: the third-floor office of Elysium, a nightclub draped in decadence and darkness. It was Victor’s domain—Victor, the man who had once been trusted by the Carlson family, only to betray them. By offering the family’s assets and secrets to the sinister Obsidian Syndicate, he had crossed a line no one could return from. Tonight, Rex wasn’t just here to reclaim the family’s emblematic metal seal; he was here to deliver the price of treachery.
As Rex approached the dimly lit staircase leading to the third floor, two guards stepped forward, blocking his path.
“This is a private area. No access allowed,”
One of them growled, his tone dripping with disdain.
Rex didn’t respond. Instead, his fist shot forward like a thunderbolt, smashing into the nearest guard’s fac
