"Authority rests upon those who live in fear."
Tyson's mobile screen lit up. He picked up the phone and answered Romy's call.
"What's the news?" Tyson asked, getting straight to the point.
Romy, Tyson's most trusted man, was ready with an immediate answer. "Boss, we've caught some more people from the lab. We've also found some files, but they're currently in coded form. It'll take some time to decrypt them."
A slight glint appeared in Tyson's eyes. He said, "And the rest?"
Romy replied, "They're all either dead or have fled. But one name has surfaced: Doctor Zenith. He was the one leading the experiments."
A cold smile touched Tyson's lips. He said in a cold voice, "I want the whole story behind that name, and very soon."
Romy responded, "Yes, Boss!"
Tyson disconnected the call and tossed the phone onto the table.
Tyson walked slowly towards his private cabinet. He opened the drawer and picked up his black 9mm gun. "Click... Clack..."
Tyson checked its magazine, then began loading bullets one by one. Each bullet was like his world—ruthless, fearless, and precise.
Once the weapon was ready, he took a deep breath and tucked the gun into his waistband.
Tyson then moved towards the door, but as he was leaving, his gaze fell on Hana sleeping on the bed. She was still lying there, completely still, without any emotion.
"Is this girl really human or made like some machine?" The question arose in Tyson's mind, but he dismissed it. He watched her for a moment, then moved on and locked the room from the outside.
Tyson descended the stairs and, glaring at his servants standing in the lobby, said, "No one will go near my room. No questions about Hana. And if anyone dares to even look at her, they know the consequences."
A wave of fear swept through the hall. No one could go against Tyson's rules.
Tyson said, "Now, everyone get back to their work!"
The servants bowed their heads and dispersed.
Tyson also came out of the mansion, got into his car, and drove away.
Tyson's car sped towards his private office.
All the major deals of the mafia took place in this office. It wasn't just an ordinary business office—it was the stronghold of Tyson's power.
As soon as Tyson got out of the car, he gestured to his right-hand man, Jordan, and said, "Bring today's report."
Jordan immediately brought a file and said, "Everything's set, but there's one problem..."
Tyson opened the file and smiled slightly. He said, "Problems don't exist for me, Jordan. Only targets."
"Fear has no face, but innocence does..."
Tyson was hunched over his laptop screen in the office. His fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking about Doctor Zenith.
Jordan stood before him, waiting for his boss to give another order.
Tyson, his eyes still fixed on his laptop, said, "Find out where Doctor Zenith is."
The same old ruthlessness was in Tyson's voice.
Jordan immediately replied, "Yes, Boss!" Jordan left at once, and Tyson plunged back into his work.
He didn't even realize when the evening passed. It was night.
Hana's eyes slowly opened. The room was dark, but a faint light was coming from the window.
She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then slowly got out of bed and looked around. No one was in the room.
She looked all around, then silently moved towards the balcony. When she found the balcony door open, a cold breeze struck her face. She gently sat down and held the railing with her small hands.
Her innocent eyes were looking at the outside world—glittering traffic lights, moving cars, tall buildings. She was seeing all this for the first time, and she didn't understand what these things were.
Tyson returned from the office and went straight to the room. As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes went to the bed—it was empty. His brow furrowed. Tyson called out, "Hana?"
There was no reply.
Tyson looked around, and that's when his gaze fell on the open balcony door. He moved towards the balcony without making a sound.
And there... Hana was sitting down, holding the railing and looking outside—like an innocent child who had no idea about the world.
A slight, mischievous smile appeared on Tyson's lips.
Tyson came to Hana without saying anything. Hana saw him and immediately stood up.
"What are you doing here?" Tyson asked in a cold voice.
Hana said nothing.
A glint of mischief appeared in Tyson's eyes. He said, "So, you won't answer?"
In the very next moment, he abruptly lifted Hana and placed her on the railing.
Hana's breath hitched. She turned back in fear and surprise and looked at Tyson.
Tyson took two steps back and watched her with his arms crossed. Tyson said, "Now look down."
Hana looked down with trembling eyes.
The scene below—a chasm several feet deep, moving cars, and the feeling of death.
Hana said, trembling, "P... pain... pain... take me down..."
Hana's voice was shaking.
The same mischievous smile was on Tyson's lips. He said, "Are you scared, my delicate doll?"
Hana looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
There was both fear and confusion in her eyes.
Tyson turned his back and pretended to ignore her.
And just then, a soft voice fell into his ears—"Tyson..."
Tyson's steps halted. He jerked his head around and looked at Hana.
Hana had called his name for the first time. A slight glimmer appeared in Tyson's eyes, but composing himself, he slowly moved towards her.
Hana was still sitting on the railing, but her eyes were fixed on Tyson.
Tyson took her down, and holding her thin, delicate hair in his fist, said, "Say it again, my delicate doll." Hana said without any hesitation, innocently, "Tyson..."
Tyson's eyes narrowed.
Hana said softly, "The doctor called you Tyson, just like my name is Hana, your name is Tyson, right?"
Tyson looked at her for a moment, then slowly released her hair and said, "Interesting..." There was a strange glint in his eyes.
Tyson said, "So, now you're learning to speak too, my delicate doll?"