New Dylan

20 Shot's eyes dilated in shock, his expression carrying a hint of disbelief. However, thinking back, Dylan has proven to be reliable time and time again.

If he said he could do this, then maybe can.

"If you can pull this off, I'll throw in an extra 500 bands." 20 said, his voice was stern.

Clara suddenly felt it, the tension on the table. Dylan's calm gaze and 20 Shot's narrowed eyes clashed fiercely. This didn't feel like a discussion between an attorney and his client.

It felt like two drug lords were discussing business.

"I'll send you the company account, and thank you for your generous donation." Dylan broke the silence, his lips curling into a smile.

He casually rose to his feet, and Clara timidly followed. However, as soon as they left the table, a few of 20s boys blocked their path.

Clara flinched, holding onto Dylan's hand and her gaze pinned on his calm face.

"Do we have anything else to discuss?" Dylan asked 20 Shots, a small smile playing on his lips.

"That information in your hands cost me a lot to get. The money was made through the sweat and blood of my family. I hope we get our money's worth." 20 Shot's voice was calm, but his tone was threatening.

{New Tasks acquired}

{Miracle Case: It will take a miracle to save Malik, so you must become a miracle worker. The success of your career depends on this case.}

{Reward: Unknown}

{Get-Back: Provide the evidence the law enforcement needs to charge Jamal and his Uncle for the murder of Roman Carter}

{Reward: Unknown}

{Avenger: The Black Star shooter has been found. Kill him}

{Reward: Unknown}

Dylan's eyes dilated slightly, his smile growing into a wide grin.

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm Dylan Morningstar, I can't fail." Dylan said, turning his attention to 20 Shot's men.

"STEP ASIDE!" Dylan snarled, his eyes revealing a violet hue.

{Charm Activated}

{-1 DF}

{DF: 19/20}

Buzz!

The eyes of 20 Shot's men revealed a purple glow, their fierce visages turning fearful. They squirmed to the sides, their bodies trembling as Dylan walked through with Clara.

20 Shots jumped on his feet, stunned and confused by what just happened.

---

Dylan walked out of the café, hand in hand with Clara. As they walked towards his car, her gaze was fixated on him.

It felt like she was looking at a superhero.

Remembering how all those tough men turned fearful made her blush. She couldn't believe she was holding hands with such an incredible person.

"Take the car home, then move your necessary things to my place," Dylan said, handing the keys to her.

Clara blinked, her face turning red and a smile spreading across her face. Was Dylan truly asking her to move into his place?

She didn't think they would be moving so fast.

Snap! Snap!

"Hello, are you there?" Dylan snapped his fingers at her, pulling her out of her reverie.

He dropped his blazers and tie in her hands, rolling up his sleeves.

"Are you going somewhere?" Clara couldn't help but ask.

Dylan nodded while waving down a taxi, he shot a glance at her and smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you wake up." He said, shoving the envelope he got from 20 Shot into his back pocket.

Clara could only watch as he shot her a cute wink before getting into the taxi.

1.5 million dollar case...

Deadly grudges...

And now, shady movements...

"So cool," Clara said, her voice blissful and her eyes dreamy.

----

{Forgive me for doubting you... This solo thing is really lucrative.} Lich chuckled.

"Of course I'm right. I'm the chosen one." Dylan grinned devilishly, his eyes revealing a fierce glow.

{Calm down tough guy... I know you are badass now, you don't have to run it on my face.} Lich rolled his eyes. {So, what's the plan?}

Dylan exhaled sharply as he leaned back, his gaze meeting that of the driver peeping at him through the rearview mirror.

'Solve the Jamal case, submit the evidence, and kill that damned bartender.' Dylan responded in a dull voice, his gaze shifting towards the shifting scenery outside the moving car.

{Going for the hat trick today?} Lich chuckled. {Don't you think you are getting a little bit greedy lately?}

'If I have the power to achieve it, why stop now?' Dylan snorted disdainfully.

In his opinion, he had the power, so it was only natural to use it for his benefit. Nothing in this world could threaten him as long as he played his cards right.

{Foolish mortal.} Lich chuckled sinisterly.

--- Logan Square, Chicago ---

Dylan exited the cab; his gaze fixated on The Bloomview Lofts, an apartment complex that was once an industrial building, converted during the 1920s...

He checked his phone to confirm this was the location Judith had sent him. While she couldn't get any reasonable information from the employees, she successfully acquired the phone number and home address of the purple-haired girl who worked at the club as a server.

"Let's grab lunch together whenever you are free?" Dylan read her last message beneath the address, and a mocking smile spread across his lips. "You wish!"

He put his phone away and walked into the building. Inside, the building had wide hallways with exposed pipes on the ceiling and scuffed hardwood floors.

Dylan walked up to the building's creaky elevator, which made weird sounds before the doors slid open. His instinct screamed, beating drums of war in his head.

"Nah, I'll take the stairs." Dylan shuddered, walking toward the staircase.

Upon arrival, his eyes narrowed as he saw a narrow set of stairs with chipped paint on the railings. The railings looked loose, threatening to fall off if too much weight was applied to them.

"The fuck?"