The guy looked around in fear, of course, wondering what happened to him. How he got to the place where his hands were chained against the ceiling, his legs tied to the ground, and surrounded by unfamiliar faces."Where am I?" He asked, his voice enveloped in fear as he looked up at Azure King.Azure King scoffed. "You're not the one asking the question. I am. My first question will have to be…who are you?""I ain't answering shit!" The man spat out in a labored breath. "Tell me where the f*ck am I?"Princess Mane lifted the baton in her hand and whacked the man hard in his side causing him to groan loudly in pain.Azure King chuckled. "There are so many things to do to you…" He said, walking toward a table where he kept his torturing toys.He grabbed one of the cattle prods from the table and spun it in his hands with a manual grin. He pressed a button and a current of electricity sizzled at the end of the prod, casting an eerie light in the room.The man's eyes were fearfully opened

Hermione has been trying to call Martha's cellphone but no reply. It was obvious Martha was screening her calls since the last time they talked, they were left on a bad note.She sighed as she wondered if she should just go to Avant-garde to visit or if she should head straight to Sunset bar where she discovered Dylan was working.She took her bag and stood up from her chair, deciding to meet up with Dylan where he works. She looked at her secretary who was standing in front of her. "I need to head out.""Yes, ma'am." The secretary nodded.Meanwhile, at Sunset bar, Dylan was in deep thought about the information he got from Princess Mane. He looked at her as she sat on the stool in front of the counter. "So, this Kevin is just a mercenary and we have no idea who really wants me dead. That's seriously unflattering.""We'll figure it out. Definitely." Princess Mane assured him. "This is what we do. It's our job. We'll find this Marco Lopez and find out who wants you dead."Dylan looked

Marco fell to his knees, trembling violently with his head faced downward. He summoned the courage to ask what had been bothering him. "Lord Owens, please, I… I'm curious to know the sin I've committed…"SLAP!!His face swayed to the right as Lord Owens landed a slap on him, then he said in a deep angry voice. "Get the hell up."Marco gulped and stood up obediently.One of the guards in the room took a chair and placed it in the middle. Marco could tell that the chair was for him and it was confirmed since the guard gestured to him to sit on top of it.Marco hesitantly walked toward the chair and sat down. The most scary thing is the fact that he had no idea what Lord Owens had in store for him.Lord Owens with his hands shoved in his trouser, he walked and stood in front of him. "You said you wanna know why you're here. Why I should give a damn about the likes of you…" Then he scoffed with a malicious smirk. "Well, I'll tell you. That's because you committed a huge sin that I'll neve

"What do you think of this spot?" The guy said with a manual grin as they entered the dark alleyway which was in a really rough and abandoned town close to Flame city.Leonard leaped with his crutches as he was hiding behind Dylan and he looked around in fear. It was a place where thugs came to hang out and smoke. It was scary.The guy…Dylan sighed as he got fed up. He looked at Leonard and asked, "Who the hell is that?""James Lance. You won't believe it when I say his father is a prosecutor. A corrupt one I might add. That was why he said he could kill and get away with it. He's a verified thug." Leonard explained in a voice that only Dylan could hear.Dylan looked at James making a call."Yeah, I have someone that I need you to deal with. He dares to dare me, Ishmael."Dylan raised a brow, and chuckled, "So you're calling backup, ah?"James hung the call and looked at him with a self-satisfied smile. "As far as I know, you've got no one, Dylan. I'll mess you up, you might not even

At the worst cemetery in the state, run-down and neglected, Dylan and Stephanie stood in front of a desolate tombstone.It was unfortunate that the founder of the titular Clifford corporation with his net worth amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars could only be buried in the most run-down and desolate spot. With his wife.It was extremely difficult on Stephanie as she stared at it with watery eyes.She covered her face with her hands and began to cry. She was in utter disbelief. It was hard to watch. Dylan's eyelid drooped, trying so hard to suppress the pain he was feeling but he was failing at it. His chest was heavy as he stared at him.He was sorry. Sorry for not visiting them.Normally they were supposed to be properly cremated since their body was burnt but his family did what they wanted. They tossed his parents like garbage and it was just so hard to be there and face them.It took a while for Stephanie's emotions to stabilize then she went on her knees and began pluc