Crazy Detective: I Have The System To Change The World.

At that moment Kai sat on the hard metal cot in his cell, staring at the cold, gray walls that seemed to close in on him. His mind raced, replaying every moment, every word that had led him here. He shook his head in disbelief, his hands balling into fists.

"This can't be happening," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. But the more he thought about it, the clearer his memory became—his friend's dying words.

"Could Steve George be part of this?" The thought gnawed at him, impossible to ignore.

Kai clenched his jaw, his chest tightening as the puzzle pieces began to fit together. Steve's calm demeanor, his refusal to listen, trying to force me to say something, and now this sudden imprisonment. "What if I've stumbled onto something bigger than I ever imagined?"

The night was silent except for the occasional distant sound of a guard's boots echoing through the hallways.

Kai sat still, lost in thought, until he heard the faint click of a lock turning. He stiffened, his body tensing as his cell door creaked open.

Two men stepped inside, their faces partially obscured by shadows. They moved with precision, carrying a large black sack.

Immediately Kai's eyes darted to the sack, his stomach dropping. "This isn't a routine visit,"

he thought, his instincts kicking in. "They're here for me."

His mind raced.

"This isn't random. They're not just here to scare me. This has Steve George's fingerprints all over it. If he's involved, then I've dived into something much bigger than I ever realized."

Kai's breath slowed as he prepared himself, his eyes narrowing on the men. He didn't know what was coming next, but one thing was clear—this wasn't the end, he's stronger now.

The men didn't waste any time. They stormed into the cell and laid into Kai, their fists and boots driving into him with calculated force. Kai grunted in pain, letting them work him over. He didn't fight back.

He's going to let them think he's broken, his mind sharp despite the blows.

Knowing If Steve George is behind this, he will find out soon enough.

The beating continued until Kai pretended to slumped against the wall, feigning unconsciousness. One of the men grunted.

"Get the sack."

They shoved a bag over his head and dragged him out of the cell. Kai kept his body limp, his breathing shallow, his senses tuned to every sound and movement. He felt the cold night air hit his skin as they loaded him into a vehicle, the hum of the engine masking their murmured conversation.

After what felt like hours, the vehicle stopped, and Kai was hauled out.

immediately the smell of oil and rust hit his nose.

'A warehouse'

he deduced, the faint echo of their footsteps confirming it. He didn't flinch as they tied him to a chair, securing his wrists and ankles with rough rope.

At that moment the sack was yanked off his head, and he blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. The warehouse was vast, the air thick with dust. His gaze swept the room—shadows flickered along the walls, and crates were stacked high in the corners. In the center of it all, he sat, tied and seemingly helpless.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, steady and deliberate. Kai kept his breathing even, his head tilted as though he were still dazed.

A figure emerged from the shadows, moving closer with an air of authority.

"Kai," the person said, his voice calm but sharp enough to command attention.

Kai's mind raced as he forced himself to remain still,

"Now we see who's pulling the strings."

Kai's heart was calm as the figure stepped into the light. For a moment, he was certain it would be Steve George. But when the man's face became clear, Kai realized he was wrong. This wasn't Steve—it was someone entirely unfamiliar.

The man was tall, with a hard, weathered face and cold, calculating eyes. He wore a dark suit, the kind that suggested power but didn't flaunt it. He walked up to Kai, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Well, well," the man began, his voice smooth but laced with menace.

"Kai. The infamous ex-cop. You've been causing quite the stir."

However Kai didn't reply, his jaw tightening as he sat tied to the chair. He braced himself, knowing what was coming next.

"Who gave you the information?" the man demanded, his tone suddenly sharp as a whip.

Kai met his gaze but stayed silent. His defiance only seemed to fuel the man's frustration. Without warning, one of the henchmen standing nearby slammed a fist into Kai's stomach. He grunted but kept his composure, letting them see his pretends pain.

"Answer me," the man pressed, his voice colder now. "Who told you about the warehouse? Who are you working with?"

Kai spat blood onto the ground and smirked faintly. "If you're so sure I know something, why don't you tell me who your boss is? Might as well let me know—I'm going to die here anyway, right?"

Upon hearing what Kai just said.

The man's lips twitched in irritation, but he didn't take the bait. "Nice try, Kai," he said, motioning to the henchman again. Another blow landed, this time to Kai's face. His head snapped to the side, but his resolve didn't waver.

Kai laughed bitterly, his voice strained but defiant. "What's the matter? Too scared to tell me who you're working for?"

The man leaned in closer, his expression dark. "You're not leaving here until you talk. And trust me, we have all night."

Kai glared back, refusing to break. His tricks weren't working, but he wasn't about to give them what they wanted.

The man stepped back, his patience clearly gone. He pulled a gun from his waistband, the cold metal glinting in the dim warehouse light. His henchmen moved aside, their expressions hard as they prepared to watch the execution.

"You're useless," the man said flatly, his finger hovering over the trigger. "Whatever you know—or don't know—it doesn't matter anymore."

Kai's heart raced, but his face betrayed none of the panic surging through him. This is it, he thought, his mind calculating. If I don't move now, I'm done.

As the man raised the gun, Kai twisted his wrists sharply, the ropes giving way under the force he'd been subtly applying for the past few minutes. In one swift motion, he shot to his feet, his hands snapping forward to disarm the man. The gun clattered to the ground as Kai drove his fist into the man's gut, sending him staggering backward.

immediately the henchmen moved to intervene, but Kai was quicker. He grabbed a metal pipe leaning against a nearby crate and swung it with precision, taking out one of them with a sharp blow to the knee. The other lunged at him, but Kai ducked low, using the momentum to knock the man to the ground.

At that moment Kai turned back to the leader, who was struggling to his feet. He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a crate. "Who sent you?" Kai growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Talk, or I'll make you regret breathing."

The man glared at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but before he could respond, the warehouse doors burst open. The sound of boots echoed through the space, followed by the unmistakable shouts of police officers.

"Kai!" a familiar voice called.

Kai turned to see Steve George and a team of armed officers stormed in, their weapons drawn.

The henchmen barely had time to react before gunfire erupted, precise and deadly. One by one, the men who had kidnapped Kai fell, the sound of bullets cutting through the chaos.