THE RIDE BACK home was uneventful for Arthur. The pain in his abdomen had reduced, and the drugs were making him fall asleep. After a few minutes, the taxi pulled in front of Arthur's apartment. He paid his fare, gave the driver a tip, and then proceeded to walk into the house. He was startled to see a big figure seated on his couch. "Arthur!" The figure said, standing up and turning to face him. It was his stepbrother. "Liam," Arthur replied sourly. "I was starting to think when you would be back," Liam said cheerily. "Where did you go?"Arthur ignored the question and instead, said, "You have to stop breaking into my house like this," Arthur walked across the room and sat down on a chair. "What?" Liam laughed easily. "It's not breaking in if the door wasn't locked," He said. Arthur yawned. All he wanted to do now was to go back to bed and sleep off the pain. "What are you doing here?" Arthur asked. Liam shrugged. "You know, I was in this part of the country and decided to hop

THE TAXI ROCKED gently on its springs as it came to a stop in front of Arthur's house. He took one glance at it and was immediately tempted to spend half of the money in his account on acquiring a new house in a better environment. Maybe Beverly Hills. That was where many millionaires lived. But he shook his head and got into his small sitting room. At least he had a roof over his head and a place to sleep at night. And electricity, and running water, so he decided that he was good for now.He took a quick shower and dressed up in an expensive t-shirt, chinos trousers, and one of his shiny sneakers. He looked like he was going to party instead of going for a business deal. He styled his hair gently and picked his sunshade before walking out. 30 minutes later, he was in Le Savoureaux restaurant. The nice waiter who had welcomed him that morning recognized and welcomed him again. "Bonsoir, monsieur," The waiter greeted in French. "Would you like to have your seat and order something?

THE MEN HAD their mouths hanging open for almost a minute. Arthur raised an eyebrow at them. Mr. Lambert had to intervene. "Uh, Mr. Arthur, these men are from ECCLOSIS money loaning company," Mr. Lambert said. "We owe them and they're here to pressure me." He added solemnly. "This is Mr. Frank and this is Mr. Dunk," he introduced the men.At the sound of their names, they regained their composure and sat up. The one called Frank cleared his throat in an attempt to get back his dignity. He reached into a briefcase and brought out a thick file. He dripped it heavily on the table. Then he stared at Arthur who had a smug smile on his face. "So the restaurant owes you," Arthur asked. It was more of a statement though. but the men nodded in agreement. "Give me a rundown of the debt," Arthur said. The one called Frank cleared his throat again and opened the file. "Mr. Lambert, owner of Le Savoureaux resta – uh, former owner of Le Savoureux restaurant – came to our company and took a loa

ARTHUR SAT ON a stool, waiting for his boss, Ethan to arrive and assign him to a post. There were other colleagues in the locker room, they were all bigger and more muscular than Arthur. They were talking amongst themselves while changing into their blackshirt and boots. Arthur sat alone, minding his business. He had almost called in sick, because of his liver issues, but he admitted to himself that he was feeling better. A big shadow fell over him, "You're the new kid, right?" A deep bass voice spoke. The whole room fell silent and all the men turned to look at Arthur. Arthur looked up at a tough-looking man. He nodded and stood up defiantly. If this man wanted to cause trouble, he wanted to be ready. "Ethan giving you some issues?" The man asked. Arthur shrugged. "He's the boss. Bosses always give issues," Arthur muttered. The man guffawed and turned to the men around, "I like this one," He said, still laughing. "He's small but tough." Small? Arthur wanted to ask. He had bulk

"OH SHIT!" DANTE muttered. He looked around the men who shuffled back nervously. "Who did this?" He yelled at the men. Arthur rushed to Ethan's side. His clothes were soaked in blood and he could tell that Ethan was quickly bleeding to death. "Someone fucking call 911!" Dante yelled at the men. Arthur knew that the ambulance would not get here in time, before they did, Ethan would be dead. "What do I do? What do I do?" He murmured to himselfThe system suddenly came to life. [New Gifts unlocked][Gifted surgical hands and knowledge unlocked][Gifted hands and surgical knowledge activated]Suddenly it all became crystal clear to Arthur. He knew what to do. He turned to one of the men, "Oi, you. Go to the bar and get a bottle of alcohol. The strongest one available." The man sneered. "You want to drink your way out of this misery?" Fire and anger flashed in Arthur's eyes and the man mellowed and hurried away. Arthur turned to another. "Go and get a flame blower from the other bar