Maxwell's success story has spread across the city like wildfire. And for the past few weeks, he has been the topic of discussion at the gym.This was his fourth week, and he has successfully defeated four opponents at the match, making him move from the lowest position to the intermediate level.This was the stage where most powerful and skilled people like him missed it. But Maxwell had his own. His reason for contesting was much stronger than the obstacles and discouragement that threatened his life daily.Even though he had reached the intermediate level, which is the very last level before the final match, he didn't intimidate anyone at the gym with it. Rather, a few other colleagues who had been in that position before him always looked for ways to humiliate him out of envy.On this day, he had just walked into the toilet to ease himself before the match when a group of hefty men surrounded him in the hallway. He had no idea the leader of the gang was a powerful man until he got

Maxwell had overslept, only to wake up to the buzzing sound of his cell phone vibrating on his bed. He stretched himself slowly on the bed. An empty glass cup sat bedside, a few inches away from him.He walked up to the mirror by the side of the room and examined his bare skin. A few scratches here and there were sustained from his fights.He traced a finger around his nipples, pouting his lip. He raised his arms, stretching them out like a scorpion ready to sting. There were a few failed attempts to bounce his pecs before he gave up trying to act like Alejandro and his friends. He laughed into the mirror, clapping loudly for himself as the words and the picture of the men flashed through his memory.He turned around with his hands still spread in the air when he heard his door crack open."You are finally awake," Athena said as she walked into his room.Maxwell put his hands down and smiled shyly at her. A part of him suddenly became uncomfortable as she traced her eyes to his bare c

Zander had parked at the usual spot to pick Maxwell up. The final match is scheduled for 3 p.m.Athena had gone in to take a nap when he sneaked out of the house to meet his uncle. Today is the grand finale for the contest at the gym. He raced as fast as his legs could carry him out of the mansion gate.The security guards stared at him, wondering if he was finally leaving without letting Athena know. He didn't bother to ask about his whereabouts.Maxwell also didn't care what the security man had in mind. Whatever it was, he would find out on his return. He ran even though his bones ached from the beatings he got the previous night.He spotted Zander's Rose Royce from afar and hastened up. He opened the car and got into the passenger's seat, panting and gasping for air."Good afternoon, Zander," Maxwell said while panting.You asked me to pick you up this early; is there something happening at the gym before the match?. Zander asked. He was confused by Maxwell's sudden decision to go

At the hospital, Roger's Russell fumed and paced the vastness of the waiting room. His eyes burned with rage like fire as he saw his son grunt in pain. His face was disfigured, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.Mosco, I thought you said you dealt with the poor fool a night before the fight; how come he still went into that ring and did this to my son?" Huh! He fumed, grabbing Mosco by the shirt."You fools stood there and let that Dork beat my only son to a pulp; you losers couldn't do anything to protect my child. What the hell do I pay you and your friends for? One assignment was given to you guys, and you ruined everything.""Sir, we tried to defend him at the gym, but it was against the rule, plus the boy had some men protecting him." Mosco defended himself sharply."And you couldn't fight them, huh?"."We were outnumbered.".Cravens! He yelled, tossing Mosco to the side. The part where he had held before stood with heavy creases.Boil-brained fools! Ha!Good

The only problem Maxwell would encounter as he journeys to seek the truth about his parents' deaths is getting an indept understanding of the mission his father had gone on before his demise.Zander didn't know so much about it since his brother never told him about the destination.Maxwell woke up with a burden in his heart. He has been able to fulfill all the tasks left for him except for this, which is the major reason he fought too hard to get the herb. Climbing down the stairs, he headed straight for the kitchen to rummage for food since Zander's chef had called in to report that she would be late today.Maxwell is not good at making meals; the first day he tried making pancakes, for his grandma turned out horrible. With his huge feet thudding against the floor, he juggled down, pushing open the kitchen door to find his uncle sitting on a chair beside the table."You're finally awake?" Zander asked without raising his head. He had gone to Maxwell room twice to check on him, but h