It had been two weeks since Ryan and his crew had gone to the bank. The news of one Man-R had circulated the city and beyond. He had gained fame and wealth beyond his thinking. He became the talk of the town. Belinda and Lucian had done a great job broadcasting the healing center to the whole city and beyond too. The center wards became filled with patients, and the reception was also filled with visitors and relatives of the victims. Is this me? What was all this about? He had always thought to himself whenever he wasn't working.With all of the money, fame, and living his utmost life, there was still a void in his life he tried to puzzle together. Smith on the other hand had spent an offer to Man- R who is the talk of town and had chanced him on the list of top richest persons in the world. Ryan had carefully thought of the offer, and he did not want to accept it. He knew if he accepted the offer, Smith would have a chance to see him, and the identity behind the Man-R mask wo

In the operating room, a tense silence enveloped Ryan and Draco as they sought answers in each other’s eyes. The atmosphere, though awkward, held an unusual calm, given the gravity of their task—a surgery to fight cancer."The blood flare technique was the only technique I had learned from my father. It was a technique with a variety of dangers but the only method to cure cancer from my knowledge." Ryan scoffed, he continued, disdain evident in his voice, explaining the blood flare technique inherited from his father. The lady could be heard wailing outside the theater. Ryan couldn't keep it in; he felt quite bad for this lady in question. Unable to ignore the external turmoil, Ryan’s sympathy surfaced. His gaze shifted to the woman on the table, her hands extended, stained with the ominous black blood. It wasn't going to be easy to cure the woman's cancer after all; it was a Stage IV cancer Leukaemia. "Are you going to stand there and watch me while this old woman dies, or would

Ryan was seated on his bed as he reminsced over his meeting with Rebecca. As he thought about their meeting, the only thing that could replay in his head was her smile which he deemed beautiful and captivating. He could still remember how happy and grateful she had been when he was able to save her mother, despite the bad news they got after the first operation. Fear had literally gripped him when he heard she was no longer stable. "Rise and shine Man - R." Draco's loud voice boomed in his head. "Ahh." He shook and sat up immediately. "Woah. What is it? Why are you so jumpy?" Draco asked amidst his laughter. "Didn't you realize that you were so loud? Why did you have to be so loud by the way? Remember you're in my head most times, so you don't get to give me a heart attack." Ryan said and got down from his bed. Draco let out a loud laughter after he heard what Ryan had said. "Yeah, laugh all you want." Ryan said and made his way to the window. He quickly opened his curtains, an

The cool breeze of the night kissed his skin as he stood still, waiting. He should have just stayed put in his car and waited. But, he chose not to.The night was cool and unexpectedly quiet especially at such a late hour which was usually the time for bustling activities. On the other hand, he thought it was so because of the fact that the lake side was not close to the road. It was a bit far from the main street leading to other buildings. The lake side consisted of a small river around it and a warehouse that was too small to contain an extended family. "What's keeping them?" He thought, as he kept checking what the time said on his wristwatch. He had been standing there for almost half an hour, yet there was no sight of anyone coming. Truth be told, dear Turner was beginning to get frustrated. "Were they not coming anymore?" He thought to himself. Or, probably he had been played. Turner knew that his decision to quit was something he should have done a long time ago. But,

Ryan walked into his charity home, with his face beaming with contentment and pride. He still couldn't believe what he had been able to achieve so much in a short while. Despite the storms and challenges he went through, he was still able to pull through. That was something one should be proud of. Even if he knew he still had other important things to do before be would quit searching for more, he still felt the need to be proud of himself. Whenever he flashed back through the times he was a poor man, and the torment he received, he kept repeating his vow - the vow he made to deal immensely with anyone who tormented and tortured the poor as long as he was still alive, and could also get wind of the news.He had come to realize that people, especially the rich, saw the poor masses as beggars with an incurable disease, one that could get them infected if they mingled. However, he was glad to have become a proof that nothing lasts for long. "Good morning sir." His staff greeted as the