"Two hundred thousand?" Barney exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Did we hire the entire plaza for a day or what?"Isabella also spoke up excitedly. "We've been calculating prices from the menu, mister! It sums up to about fifty grand. Just because this is our first time at Hilton Plaza doesn't mean you'll trick and overcharge us! That's unfair and illegal!""Please keep your voice down," the maître d' said condescendingly. "This is the elite Hilton Plaza and not your daily flea market of the suburbs! Here, you can't haggle and bargain like peasants to reduce the prices! The final bill is accurate and inflexible! You must pay it, or you are looking at a lot of trouble!"Tyler put a reassuring hand over Barney's shoulder and made him sit down. He then took the maître d's bill and pored over it."Hmm. Could you explain why the final bill is so high? Our group consumed food and wine equivalent only to a small buffet. How did you arrive at the bill prices almost three to four times the actu

All it took was a split second. Nobody saw it coming. One moment, Tyler’s fate appeared to be sealed. The next moment, the baton-wielding guards found themselves on the floor, writhing in pain. They had swollen and bloody faces and broken and bruised limbs, and their weapons lay abandoned and shattered.What the hell happened?Tyler stood in place, not even having broken sweat. He smiled ever so slightly as if he knew the consequences already.“Do you guys want more?” he asked the guards coldly. “Or have you given up?”Tyler had chosen not to kill anybody in the presence of innocents. The battered men wailed out in misery.“No, please! Mercy!”“It hurts!”“We made a mistake!”They crawled out on all fours or staggered out on twos from the hall. They were burly, intimidating men just a moment back. Now, they had been reduced to worms and mice.Boons Hilton’s jaw looked like it was heading to the floor in shock. Even Tyler’s colleagues were bewildered beyond belief. Whatever happened was

Dwayne Mosby was on a romantic dinner with his young wife, Michaela, in a top-notch Italian restaurant. He was in a loose Armani suit, while his slender wife wore a red Dolce and Gabbana dress. Nobody disturbed their lovey-dovey time together.The Italian restaurant's manager had actually completely evacuated the seats upon Dwayne's arrival. After all, the latter was the reigning mafia leader of Petra County and commanded militia armies. When he walked into any establishment, it was deemed reserved for him."Honey… How come you finally found time to take me out on a classy dinner?" Michaela asked, giggling. "You're always busy in your mafioso fights.""Sweetheart…" Dwayne began, holding her dainty hand. He was pleased to see his wife cheerful after a long time. Usually, a gangster of his stature had to spend most of the day dealing with turf wars. It interfered with his marital relationship."There used to be a time when I had constant challenges from other gangs. Now, after Chet Bark

All spectators were horrified by the scene unfolding before them. Dwayne Mosby was the nightmare he was rumored to be. Not only did he cut off Boons Hilton's thumb, but right now, he was executing another barbarism on the man. He was stuffing money down Boons' throat!A pool formed under the kneeling Clyde Smith. He was not the only one to wet his pants. The innocents wondered if they were going to be next.Isabella's eyes welled with tears. She didn't want to die so young, especially in a horrible, inhuman manner. She reeled, imagining what the Mosby men would do to her."Take my hand, Bella," a voice broke through her trauma.Isabella raised her terrified face to see Tyler before her with an extended hand."Come, let's go…"The beauty looked utterly confused. In the background, Dwayne Mosby was committing the most horrifying atrocities on Boons Hilton. At the same time, hundreds of militia soldiers stood ready to butcher the victims. Amidst all that, Tyler was inviting her to leave.

Isabella was so shocked that no words escaped her mouth for an entire minute. The ribbon of mystical energy that propped her up like a Barbie doll was incredibly strong and invasive, but she could perceive Tyler's signature on it—his smoldering intensity, his musky fragrance, and his warm touch.It's as if Tyler was touching her all over, but she didn't feel violated at all. It was an ethereal experience. The beauty's heart fluttered, and she felt odd between her legs."Please put me down," she pleaded. "I'm getting nauseous…"Tyler let her down on the grass slowly and carefully before retracting his mystical energy ribbons. "Now, do you believe me?" he asked with a smirk.Isabella took a deep breath, trying to internalize the revelation that the supernatural was real. "What's not to believe? You literally made me levitate in the air!"She had many questions, but the first was an adolescent one: "Can you fly?"The young man went into reflection as if browsing through his powers. "I'm