"Stop."
The word wasn't loud.
But it didn't need to be.
Everything froze instantly.
The attackers stepped back, their confidence disappearing in seconds, replaced by something far more honest—fear.
Because the person standing at the end of the corridor wasn't just anyone.
It was Ace Craige.
The President.
The one no one questioned.
The one no one disobeyed.
His presence alone shifted the entire atmosphere, turning chaos into silence, turning aggression into submission, and as he walked forward—slow, controlled, unstoppable—every step carried authority that couldn't be challenged.
"Leave," he said.
And they did.
Without a word.
Without a second glance.
Because staying wasn't an option.