Exiting the elevator, Alex made his way out of the store. Before leaving however, he ensured he bought standard-looking clothes to avoid verbal harassment for appearing out of place at where he was heading to. Unsurprisingly, as he brought his outfit and changed, the attendant treated him with utmost respect, and made sure to answer whatever question he threw at her. While assisting him, she would often gazed at him with expectant eyes, hoping he would honor his earlier promise to pay her annual salary. But, he chose not to—not due to forgetting, but to make her aware that her arrogance had cost her a life-changing opportunity. And when he had finally choose the outfit he wanted. He donned the button-down shirt in a muted color, tailored chinos, and Oxford shoes, he made his way out.Now desperate, the attendant attempted to ask for a picture, hoping to sell it for a few bucks. But Alex declined with a single hand gesture, took his tuxedo, and exited the store. After he was almost ou

As substantial bolts of electricity surged through Alex faster than he could blink, his fingers recoiled from the manager's shirt, and he collapsed to the floor. Surprisingly, the taser didn't render him unconscious as it would for most people, but the shock did make him feel as if his heart had skipped a beat, and he couldn't feel most of his muscles.Mouthing a guttural grunt and clutching his aching arm, a painful reaction to the countless injuries. His mind flooded with memories of Darren's brutal torture. He shrugged and shook his head fervently, attempting to banish the haunting thoughts. Onlookers perceived his actions as a sign of madness, unaware that he was struggling to regain his composure. After partially succeeding, he prepared to stand and seek retribution against the manager, only to discover himself constrained by the security personnel. “You're a strong one,” remarked one of the security men, visibly impressed, as they both properly restrained him with their arms. H

Changing the topic and wondering why they hadn't reached their destination yet—recalling they were headed for the top floor of a two-hundred-floor skyscraper—Alex inquired about what had been bothering him since he left Madam Catherine's office. What happened to her sister and why she own a Lord's badge despite not being one. But before delving straight into the most pressing question, Alex began with a less direct approach.“Did you happen to see Madam Catherine when you arrived at the shop?" Alex inquired, and Sugar promptly replied, “No,” though he cast a glance in a manner that seemed like he was foreshodowing what he was about to say next. “Does the reason behind the sewing shop's tedious hidden location have anything to do with madam Catherine death?” He tried killing two bird with one stone with his question, but on hearing his query, something dark ran through sugar's face, so dark Alex almost missed it. “Did she tell you anything?” With a low voice Sugar asked, and Alex told

“Here,” Sugar said, pushing a glass filled for him. From Alex's expression, it was evident he cared more about getting answers than drinking. Sugar noticed that and continued, “The greater good was taking it from them, and using it to the benefit of countless. You see, the indigenous knew nothing about how to mine Labyrium, the real earth metal that made the country and the people flourish. So, because of their lack of understanding of it, they would often destroy the lands, sometimes themselves when they tried mining it."“Witnessing all of this, your family stepped up, sought out a way of properly mining the metal. After they did. They took the lands from the people with a contract that was satisfactory to both parties. Subsequently, they went into working. Most of the lands were contained by the Lords and the same people who signed the contract mined safely in it, while getting paid. Later however, upon seeing how priceless the substance eventually became to industries, the people

He took an imposing posture, breathed deeply, then appeared in front of Alex. He had moved so fast, faster than before, and Alex could barely foresee him coming that quickly. He swiftly thought of using his dragon fist again, but before he could take the proper stance, an almost deafening punch landed on his mandible. He wanted to do something, wanted to react, to block at least, but before he could, another unexpected painful punch hit his rib cage, followed by an uppercut, a cross, a hook to his head, two hefty body shots to his torso, a direct hit to his face, two to his liver, his neck, a leg swipe to unbalance him, and then a finishing kick straight to the chest that sent him plummeting to the ground, rolling to the end of the ring, and writhing in pain.Alex, folded on the ground, held all the parts of his body that hurt severely and breathed erratically. He wanted to stand to get back on his feet and show Sugar he still had it in him to win, but he couldn't. Even moving slight