She had realized long ago that the rules she established for the base applied to her as well.
Therefore, she designated that villa for matters that could not be handled publicly, interrogations, torture, and extracting truths that ordinary procedures could not obtain.
When Annie’s mother regained consciousness, it was already too late.
Cold stone walls surrounded her. Iron bars blocked the only exit. A damp, musty sll filled the air.
At first, she scread hysterically. "I am Annie’s mother! You cannot treat like this!"
Her voice echoed uselessly. Two guards stood before her, their expressions devoid of sympathy.
Very soon, she understood what brutality truly ant.
By the ti she realized she should remain silent, she had already revealed everything she knew about the Black Vultures, their hideouts, their mbers, their plans.
Once she had no more value, she was tossed back into her cell like discarded trash.
Using the information extracted from her, Ivy moved swiftly.
She personally led a small team to the Black Vultures’ hideout.
When she saw Cain standing among them, a faint smile curved her lips.
’Life is truly full of surprises,’ she thought.
In her previous life, she had never even t him properly. In that life, he would not have qualified to stand before her.
Yet she had despised him deeply, resenting the rot he represented in society. She had once thought, ’If I ever gain power, I will deal with people like him.’
Now she had that power. She walked toward him slowly.
Cain felt a strange chill crawl up his spine. His heart trembled uncontrollably. He did not know why, but he felt as though a hamr was about to strike him.
When Ivy stopped before him, he forced a friendly smile onto his face.
"I have always been a fan of yours," he said hurriedly. "I never imagined I would have the honor of eting you..."
Before he could finish, Ivy’s hand moved. The slap rang out sharply.
The force was so overwhelming that Cain flew sideways and crashed onto the ground.
For a mont, even the n behind Ivy were stunned.
They had never truly witnessed her physical strength unleashed like that.
Cain lay there dazed.
Ivy narrowed her eyes. ’Is he pretending? Is this another pathetic trick to gain sympathy?’ The re thought disgusted her.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward and kicked him hard in the ribs.
Cain, who had just begun to push himself up, collapsed again with a choked cry.
His supporters stood frozen in place, too shocked to intervene.
The air around Ivy felt terrifyingly cold as she looked down at him, her smile faint and rciless.
All of them were criminals.
They had robbed, exploited, and preyed on the weak without hesitation.
Yet at this mont, as they stood surrounded by Ivy’s soldiers, what truly terrified them was not the charges against them but the woman standing before them.
Ivy’s aura was ruthless.
There was no warmth in her gaze, no trace of the composed leader who usually spoke gently to her people.
Her eyes were cold and sharp, and within them flickered a bloodthirsty glint that made even hardened n tremble.
In her previous life, criminals like these had been given years to fester, years to transform from petty offenders into monsters.
They had been allowed to grow into truly evil-minded beings before anyone dared to stop them.
But this ti was different. This ti, she had not given them the luxury of ti.
Before they could even react properly to Cain’s collapse, guards rushed in from all directions. Boots thundered against the ground, the tallic clatter of weapons echoing through the alley.
The Black Vultures were surrounded within seconds.
They struggled fiercely.
"You have no right to arrest us!" one of them shouted, veins bulging from his neck. "Who gave you the authority to attack us?"
Their protests were useless.
Ivy did not even glance at them as her soldiers restrained and shackled each one. Chains clinked coldly around wrists and ankles. Within minutes, every mber of the Black Vultures had been captured.
On Ivy’s command, they were marched straight into the Silvy Base.
It beca a spectacle.
Word spread quickly, and soon the streets filled with citizens who had once suffered under the Black Vultures’ oppression.
Many could not hold back their anger. Stones were thrown. Rotten scraps were hurled. So spat on the criminals with undisguised hatred.
Others cried openly, demanding justice.
"Will they really be punished this ti?"
"Will we finally see fairness?"
A few even knelt before Ivy, their eyes red from months of helplessness, begging her to give the harshest sentence possible.
Ivy raised her hand slightly, signaling for silence.
Her voice carried across the public square, steady and clear.
"The Black Vultures will be punished according to their deeds. No one will receive arbitrary justice. Only cris proven to be severe will receive severe punishnt."
The crowd quieted, though murmurs still rippled like waves.
One by one, victims stepped forward.
They spoke of sisters who had been killed. Of mothers who had been molested. Of daughters who had been drugged.
Even forr subordinates stepped forward, calling Cain nothing more than a gangster who abused even his own n.
The more Ivy listened, the tighter her fists clenched.
At first, she had intended to kill Cain with her own hands as part of her personal revenge. In her previous life, she had despised him to the bone, wishing she could tear down n like him who rotted society from within.
But now, hearing the countless injustices he had committed, sothing shifted inside her.
’If I kill him myself,’ she thought slowly, ’will that truly be justice?’
When she took revenge in the past, she never allowed anyone else to interfere because she wanted the satisfaction of ending her enemies personally. That thrill had been hers alone.
However, this ti, if she dealt with Cain alone, what about all the others who had suffered under him?
Would they not feel resentful? Would they not feel robbed of their own justice?
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