Zayn looked up quizzically. The cashier looked back curiously and asked, "Sir, I noticed you have been groaning in pain. Is it something serious? Do you need any help applying the ointment?" His words caused Zayn to pause. He looked at the ointment and then back at the cashier. "No, thank you," He smiled at the young cashier boy. "I'll do it myself." The cashier nodded and informed him that the payment had been completed successfully. He grabbed the ointment then and turned to leave when a loud cry suddenly rang out in the small pharmacy. He didn't mean to watch but the cry spiked the inquisitive side of him so he stood and watched. A man soon emerged from the backroom he never noticed earlier. The man was followed by a woman whose face was badly bruised. Though she was in a horrible state, she still grabbed onto the man's pants and pleaded. Zayn didn't realize at this moment that the cashier boy behind him was shaking with... Is that fury? "Please, you certainly

First as usual was Rashid. 'What trouble did you cause again? I feel like my life is on the line because of you. Take a look at this.' He attached a link and Zayn clicked on it. He was immediately redirected to the dark web. Dark web meaning it was a private web world for world class hackers, assassins, high officials in the country and so many more. One of the headlines was actually what caught Zayn's eye - WHOEVER IS ABLE TO GET THE IDENTITY OF LORD Z WOULD BE GIVEN A LIFETIME DIAMOND CREDIT. This job was posted on the hackers section. Many people except hackers won't understand what diamond credit signifies. Diamond credit means whichever hacker succeeds in the mission would be given a cash reward that ranges from billions, trillions upwards. Not just that. The hacker would be able to leave that dirty world behind and start a new life. He would be provided lifetime support in any country of his choice. A typical example of relaxing in your house while the money rolls

Zayn paused. Why does the professor standing opposite him with a wrinkled smile on his face look so familiar? A tight embrace shook him out of his thoughts and he stood frozen in shock as professor Drake suddenly walked forward and hugged him tightly. Gasps rang out in the room. "Who do you think that man is?" Someone asked. "Professor Drake is one of the strictest professors in this college. I have never seen him smile before. But for him to hug that man... Who is he?" "Could he be Professor Drake's son?" Eyes turned to the person that said this. She immediately tried to rephrase her words. "Or perhaps, a new transfer student." Amidst the students' wild guesses, professor Drake spoke, "I finally get to meet you. You created quite a ruckus back then in school. My friend always had to visit the school nurse for painkillers because of you." Realization dawned on Zayn. So professor Drake must have taught in that foreign college he got his IT degree from. Profes

Zayn felt the strength seeping out of him. He could feel his soul leaving. The pain was brutal but all he could do was gnash his teeth. He was beginning to grow weak and his eyes were drooping. He could hardly hear the students and professors' commotion. Just when he'd thought... It was over. His body system began overflowing with something strong. So overwhelming that it messed with his senses. He couldn't take the intense intrusion anymore... His eyes closed as he passed out. And then, all he could see was darkness.**** Contrary to Zayn's thoughts, a lot of assassins and hackers actually pulled up to accept the S++ missions. Each time an assassin or hacker joined the mission, all those who are connected to the dark web worldwide would have their phones vibrating loudly. Rashid checked the update of the missions keenly. He was both stupefied and amused at the number of people that have accepted the jobs, which is still counting. He didn't think so many people would v

"Boss, we could just decline it if you are off color. I can go instead. These people don't really know you anyway." One of the cars that arrived at ADX was occupied by Zayn, an unknown juvenile who'd look like a young boy if someone didn't look a little closer and two bodyguards. Zayn's eyes were closed as his head was resting against the headrest. He looked quite pale which prompted the boy to say what he said. However, Zayn's cold eyes flew open. "They made so much effort to lure me out. The least I could do is to honor their efforts. Ploys like this won't stop anytime soon... It didn't stop those years and it certainly wouldn't stop now." The boy looked disheartened for Zayn. He was annoyed that these annoying and greedy businessmen keep on trying to trick his boss. No one truly understands Zayn. They don't know how hard he'd worked those years, struggling to keep his identity as Lord Z and juggling between different disciplines in school. All they know is the man who'