Thunderlord

Chapter 8

At the Lane Villa, Logan had just finished a phone call when a photo appeared on his screen.

In it, his son Jaxon was drenched in blood, helplessly being trampled into the ground by a stranger, his agony clear.

"Damn it! Who How dare this mother*cker hurt my son? I'll make him pay in blood!" Logan roared, shaking with rage, his eyes bloodshot as he flipped the table over in fury.

With the power of the Lane family, even if a Lane family member committed murder in Bennyvasia, they would avoid punishment.

But now, his precious eldest son, Jaxon, had been tortured.

"Julian, gather everyone immediately. We need to rescue Jaxon. I want the person who hurt my son to pay for this!"

"Yes, sir!"

Before Logan stood an elderly man in a suit, trembling at the command.

He had served the Lane family for decades and had never witnessed Logan in such a state of fury.

The Lane family had risen to the top of Bennyvasia's elite families in just over ten years due to their ruthless methods and powerful connections. They had taken countless lives—far more than a hundred.

Because of this, few dared to challenge the Lane family in Bennyvasia.

But now, someone had offended them and even brutally attacked Jaxon.

It was easy for a Lane family member to kill someone in Bennyvasia. The person who harmed Jaxon was in big trouble.

"Sir, Mr. Santos is calling!" Julian Martin hurriedly reported.

As Logan picked up, he heard his wife's brother Christopher Santos's furious voice.

"Logan, what the hell is going on? I just got a photo of Jaxon getting beaten, and now I can't reach him!"

Hearing this only fueled Logan's anger further. "I just received a call from him too. He had an accident at the Golden Rose Restaurant..."

On the other end, Christopher demanded answers, frustration evident in his tone. "Who would dare cross the Lane family in our own territory? How could this happen?"

"I... I'm not sure..."

Christopher clenched his teeth. "This is outrageous! Who would dare to hurt my nephew and send me a photo of him beaten?"

Logan fought to keep his temper in check. "I've ordered the butler to gather all our forces. We're heading there right now!"

"Good! I'll rally my troops right away and head to Bennyvasia! I want to know who has the nerve to assault my nephew!"

"Thank you, Christopher!" Logan said between clenched teeth. "With your help, we will make sure to crush whoever harmed Jaxon!"

The call ended.

Christopher commanded the military district, and the Lane family stood at the top of Bennyvasia's Four Great Families. At this moment, both affluent families were mobilizing their military forces and hired bodyguards, storming toward the Goldengem Hotel in full force.

***

At the same time, Bryson's elite forces, "the Eighteen Warriors" and "the Nightslayers," received a command to clamp down on Bennyvasia immediately and protect Bryson.

This was an order from Bryson's adjutant, Phoebe.

Dealing with a mere noble family from Bennyvasia didn't require the entire Union Army to mobilize.

In fact, Bryson could eliminate this family with a snap of his fingers.

Yet, since they were the direct troops of Bryson, it was their duty to protect him, even if it meant standing by. They needed to encircle Bennyvasia.

As Logan led hundreds of bodyguards to surround the Goldengem Hotel, Bryson's three thousand Blackhawk fighter jets had already descended upon Bennyvasia.

The sky darkened with their numbers, resembling a thunderstorm, enough to make anyone's heart race.

Moreover, the "Eighteen Warriors" under Bryson had all arrived, warriors so formidable that each could lead thousands into battle. They now filled the streets of Bennyvasia.

The highest authorities in Bennyvasia had received urgent news. Military exercises were underway tonight, and given the scale of the operation, all information was to be kept confidential.

All roads were blocked.

Until the exercises concluded, no one was allowed to enter or leave Bennyvasia without special clearance.

As people in Bennyvasia gazed up at the numerous Blackhawk fighter jets, chills ran down their spines.

Though they didn't grasp the specifics of the situation, they sensed an impending storm, a feeling of doom hovering in the air as if the very sky was about to collapse.

At that moment, Logan shouted, "Surround the hotel! Nobody gets out!"

"Yes, sir!" His men rallied, weapons drawn, responding in unison.

Logan fixed a glare at his men. "Follow me! If you see him, take them down... I want to blow that motherf*cker's head!"

In a flash, hundreds of bodyguards in suits surrounded the hotel.

Filled with wrath, Logan led the charge into the building.

***

Inside the hotel lobby.

"Get down! Don't move!"

Bryson lounged carelessly on an exquisite traditional-style sofa, his right foot resting on Jaxon's head, trampling on his face.

Jaxon lay pale and bloodied, on the brink of death.

Bryson savored a plate of pasta with complete disregard, enjoying the meal leisurely.

He chewed the pasta slowly, taking his time as he savored the delicious food that filled the air with an irresistible aroma.

Lost in the joy of his meal, he paid no attention to Jaxon, who was held in place at his feet.

"Dad... help me!"

The high-ranking members of the Lane Group and bodyguards were frozen in shock, their hearts racing.

"Jaxon!"

The prominent heir of the Lane family was being humiliated. Even Logan, who had weathered countless storms, felt a jolt in his heart.

Bryson glanced over at Logan.

The overweight middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was glaring at him.

Logan's eyes were ablaze with rage as he bellowed, "How dare you hurt my son? I'll skin you alive! Get him!"

In the entire Bennyvasia, no one had ever sparked this level of fury in Logan. After all, nobody had the guts to do so.

In an instant, more than a hundred bodyguards from the Lane family advanced on Bryson with weapons and surrounded him.

Bryson narrowed his eyes, a dark smile creeping across his face as he said casually, "I'd suggest you stop interrupting my meal. Or you'll regret it."