Harrison fixed his gaze on Nadia. "I'll do my best." But the gang outside was relentless, determined to take their heads. An axe came crashing down, cleaving through the wooden door of the lounge. It was clear—no one was walking out of here unscathed. Even with his skills, Harrison couldn't take on their heavy firepower alone. In a split second, as the door splintered further, Nadia grabbed Harrison's hand and pulled him into her domain. The gang burst into the room just as they vanished, firing wildly in all directions. Bullets tore through the lounge, shattering every last piece of glass. Inside the domain, Harrison stood frozen, his eyes widening at the scene before him. Nadia hadn't planned on this, but there was no other option. She couldn't leave him behind to be riddled with bullets, especially since his shoulder wound was likely from protecting her. Still, her carefully guarded secret was out. The only consolation was that her domain was well-prepared for such emergencies. The RV was parked on the second floor of the virtual space, with all supplies and food stored securely in locked rooms. The first floor was intentionally barren, save for a floating holographic timer—devoid of any revealing items. Despite her precautions, Nadia stayed on edge. Her hand was in her pocket, finger resting on the trigger of her gun. If Harrison showed even the slightest hint of greed, she wouldn't hesitate to send him straight to the afterlife. Breaking the silence, Harrison asked, "Where are we?" Nadia rubbed her nose awkwardly. "Well… how do I put this? This is my domain." "Your domain?" Harrison's brows furrowed as he struggled to process the surreal reality in front of him.His gaze swept over the black soil garden, piles of furniture stacked in the corners, felled trees and bamboo, sprouting peanuts and corn, lush green vegetables, and ripened grapes. His pupils widened in disbelief once again. The air felt tense. Nadia tried to lighten the mood. "Uh… want some grapes?" Harrison pulled his attention back, shaking his head. "No, thanks." Whether it was his deep composure or genuine disinterest, his expression remained unreadable, showing only calm after the initial shock. Nadia decided to focus on the immediate concern. "How's your shoulder?" Harrison touched the wound. His shirt had a bullet hole, and the bullet itself was embedded in the steel plate of his vest. The impact had left his muscles and bones throbbing with pain, but he waved it off. "I'll live." "Did it happen when you pulled me earlier?"He turned his face away. "No, don't overthink it." She couldn't see his eyes, so she couldn't tell if he was being truthful. The silence grew heavy again. Nadia broke it first. "Do you think they've left?" The glass windows had been shattered, and the escape rope was left dangling outside. Even if the gang suspected something, they'd eventually leave if they couldn't find anyone. Harrison estimated they'd been in the domain for about five minutes. Still cautious, he asked, "Does time here flow the same as outside?" "Yes, it's the same," Nadia Jean replied. "They've probably left, but we shouldn't let our guard down." With his wealth of combat experience, Harrison's judgment was usually spot on. Nadia trusted him but decided to play it safe and exited the domain alone. The moment she stepped out, Harrison was hit by a surge of overwhelming force and was pushed out as well. He quickly recovered, landing on his feet in a defensive stance, ready to fight. Seeing his reaction, Nadia explained calmly, "The domain is bonded to me. If I'm not inside, all living things are ejected. Also, the domain can only have one owner. If anything happens to me, I can trigger it to self-destruct using my consciousness." Harrison didn't seem fazed by her words. He simply nodded and said, "That's good." He lived up to his name—deep and unreadable as ever. Nadia remained wary, still observing him carefully. The CEO's lounge was in shambles, the once-elegant interior now littered with shattered glass and filthy footprints. Peering out a window, Nadia saw a group of people rushing out of the building, shouting, "Hurry, don't let them get away!" Her stomach sank. The gang was heading straight for the SOHO Community.She and Harrison exchanged a glance before heading downstairs, careful not to draw attention. Taking shortcuts, they made their way back toward the community. "Don't worry," Harrison said calmly. "The folks in Unit 1803 aren't amateurs. They've got guns, and the doors on the 17th floor are electrified. They won't break through easily." Nadia nodded. The six fortified doors provided solid protection, and Harrison had spent days preparing countermeasures for every conceivable attack. As long as Caleb Zink and the others didn't make any major mistakes, the defenses should hold. Taking the quickest route, they soon reached the community. From their vantage point, everything seemed calm; there were no visible signs of an attack on their building. Harrison led Nadia to a concealed spot where they could observe unnoticed. Not long after, the gang stormed into the community, guns drawn and full of fury. "Quick, they're in this building! Both the 17th and 18th floors have electrified steel doors. They've also got guns and smoke grenades!" A disheveled woman stumbled in behind them, frantic and desperate. "I told you everything I know. Once the people on the 18th floor are dead, you'll return my son to me, right?" The tattooed thug leading the group sneered at her. "Shut up." He kicked her savagely to the ground. The woman screamed but crawled back, clutching his leg with a death grip. "You promised! My son—you said you'd give him back!" "F*cking hell!" the thug growled before raising his other foot and stomping her head, his boot merciless in the freezing cold. After two blows, she slumped into unconsciousness. They had planned to take out the 18th floor today as a gift for Rhad to present to the gang leader. But not only did they lose a few brothers in the office building, the two they were after managed to escape, and this woman's incomplete information had made them underestimate their targets. Seething with rage, he vented his frustrations by kicking her a dozen more times before barking orders. "Move! We're taking down the 18th floor tonight!" As the group stormed off, Nadia finally recognized the battered woman's voice. It was Noah's wife. Heaven might forgive, but self-inflicted sins were unforgivable. Nadia remembered how, in her past life, a joint operation had successfully rescued kidnapped children—victims of the gang's extortion and cruelty. While she could sympathize with the woman's desperation to save her child, using other people's lives as bargaining chips was unacceptable. She felt no pity for the woman yet didn't intervene. In the freezing weather, an unconscious person left outdoors stood little chance of survival. "Ahhhh!" A blood-curdling scream echoed from above, followed by the thud of fists pounding on a door. Nadia and Harrison exchanged a glance and silently made their way upstairs. They planned to coordinate with Jasmine and the others to ambush the intruders. Their steps were steady and deliberate. As they reached the 14th floor, another scream tore through the air, followed by a shadow plummeting past a stairwell window. The sound of a body hitting the ice-covered ground below was sickeningly loud. It was just as Harrison had predicted: unable to breach the electrified doors, the gang had attempted to climb the building using drainage pipes. Unbeknownst to them, Caleb had been lying in wait on the rooftop. Though not skilled enough to make precision shots, he had no problem hitting targets climbing upward. Two men were electrocuted, one fell to his death, and the gang leader erupted in rage. "D*mn those f*cking b*stards!" he roared, kicking at the frozen ground.