Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Chapter 42: Ch 42: Kidnapping- Part 4

Chapter 42: Ch 42: Kidnapping- Part 4Once Fenrir had successfully dropped off the five hamsters and handed them over to Nedrax with firm instructions—"Don’t eat them, even if they annoy you"—he reopened a portal inside his dungeon and stepped through.

The swirling light flickered for a moment before spitting him back out into the same musty storage room from earlier.

As always, the dungeon’s core rule remained absolute: You exit where you enter.

Fenrir landed on his feet, eyes sweeping the area.

He rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath of the dusty, stale air that filled the warehouse.

The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional creak of old metal containers shifting slightly as the building settled.

With the hamsters dealt with, Fenrir figured he might as well see if there was anything worth taking as compensation for the inconvenience—and, more importantly, the audacity—of these people kidnapping him.

He scanned the room again,

"I’ll get the team ready."

As Police Chief Hassan shrugged into his coat, he glanced back at Rafi.

"Run a trace on the call. Get the coordinates and send them to the squad car en route. I want a full response team—standard protocol."

Rafi nodded and got to work immediately, fingers flying across his keyboard.

"You got it, Chief. Tracing now... Looks like an abandoned warehouse district on the south end. Building C4."

"Of course it’s an abandoned warehouse. Why is it always a warehouse?"

Hassan muttered, rolling his eyes.

Rafi chuckled, then turned serious again.

"Sending the details now. Do you want to head out with the team?"

Hassan paused by the door, thoughtful.

"Yeah. I want to see what kind of ’kidnapped’ kid sounds that casual on the phone. Either he’s bluffing, or he’s got nerves of steel."

Grabbing his keys, he headed for the lot, his mind already running through possible scenarios.

If this was real, it wasn’t your average abduction case.

The composure in the caller’s voice gnawed at him. Most victims sounded terrified. Desperate.

But this one had sounded almost... annoyed.

Whatever was waiting for them at Building C4, Hassan was determined to get to the bottom of it.