Mr. Black observed Lucas's eyes expand as he delivered those final words.Seconds, even minutes, passed, and the wounded and bruised man remained silent. Mr Black, on the other hand, was unconcerned. In reality, he applied a critical eye to the individual in front of him during the eerie silence. Was Lucas Smith up to the challenge? Will he be able to deliver as Mr Black had hoped? Still scrutinizing him, Mr. Black's mind soon wandered back to when he'd entered the bawdy house. He'd met Vera, his wife, and the lady who'd broken Arnold Stone's heart. The same woman whom he knew still had feelings for her ex-lover. Yes. It'd been evident since he'd spoken the name Arnold Stone and informed the woman of the reason for his visit. While talking, she'd given him this weird look, and he had caught on so fast.It wasn't unusual in and of itself, yet Mr Black had undoubtedly noticed it. It was an expression of regret, longing, and something resembling desire. Mr. Black understood at that

"Already eight?" Jia whispered to herself, glancing at the clock adorning her office wall. With a slight sigh, she packed her belongings into her luxurious bag.Just before leaving her spacious office, she stole another glance at the clock; it now read 8:04 pm. The day had seemingly flown by, leaving her with a sense of its brevity. "A fast day, indeed," she mused.As she walked through the corridor connecting her office to the reception area, an unexplainable unease tugged at her subconscious. Something felt amiss, causing a tingling sensation down her spine.Her keen eyes scanned the surroundings, and she quickly noticed the unusual hush that had settled upon the usually bustling hall, especially at this time of day. It should be normally abuzz with hospital staff, this corridor was eerily devoid of any soul, leaving her feeling both perplexed and slightly unnerved.Despite the strangeness of the situation, Jia remained composed and continued her walk, suppressing her curiosity momen

As Lucas sat down in Mr. Black's office, he commented, "You've got a very nice place," all the while trying to ignore the excruciating pain that was engulfing his entire body.He was in a raging state of rage, but he did care about cultivating his fleeting relationship with Mr. Black, even if that meant spitting out a few compliments, which of course infuriated him. He did this because he wanted to make the most of the time he had with Mr. Black. "Uh... Thanks. Mr. Black said with a mocking tone of sarcasm, "I paid for it."Lucas was aware that Mr. Black was being sarcastic, but he chose to ignore it because there was already a great deal for him to be concerned about at the moment. In addition to that, he was too excited to find out what the future held for their new collaboration."Anyway..." Lucas said, "I believe we need not waste too much time on formality and should get on with our business of the day.""I am listening. Then, shall we begin with some breaking news, will we?"Wh

Arnold’s blood boiled with anger, and a mixture of confusion and disappointment all at once. He blinked his eyes so many times, even pinching his arms as if trying to make sense of the situation but Mr Black still stood before him, gun pointed at Rocky, who in turn had his own gun trained on Arnold. Just one pull of the trigger from Rocky, and Arnold knew he was dead meat.No! He couldn’t let that happen. Infact this whole thing was not supposed to be happening in the first place."Mr Black…" Arnold breathed, shaking his head in utter disbelief, "Is this really you? What the actual fuck is going on? How and what are you doing h…”Mr Black cut in, asking calmly. “You mean to ask me what I’m doing here? Is that even a goddamn question? Are you blind, or can’t you see?”“I…Mr Black…We… You cannot j…”“Oh as a matter of fact I can. I can do anything I want to do and not even you can stop me, young man.” Mr Black’s face twisted into something almost cruel, as he finished talking. The loo

As Lucas administered punch after violent blow to the man who was lying hopelessly on the ground, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. The victim was unable to defend himself.Lucas paid no attention to the cut that ran across the man's cheek or the blood that dripped from it, which stained both his shirt and his jeans. Instead, he drove his fist into the man's ribs as hard as he could with every bit of muscle he possessed. Each blow he delivered was propelled by wrath and despair, and he felt the weight of the situation crushing down on him like an insurmountable load. Because Mr. Black insisted that he would be the one to deal with Arnold, and Lucas was relegated to the supporting role, he was forced to stifle the emotional whirlwind that raged inside him. He had no choice but to do so. Having to deal with leftovers like these. And he wouldn't go so far as to say that he enjoyed it, but damn did he take pleasure in the fact that he could punch and kill anybody got in his