Victor’s body tumbled as he stared the the person standing right behind his very eyes, his entire body froze as Michael held the knife making it impossible for him to stab Charles, he quickly let go of it and loved to a corner in fear knowing what would happen if he dared to do anything to.“This is no time to cry with your tail between your legs, how can you waste your tears on someone who doesn’t deserve it,” Michael tells him putting some sense into his head while squatting next to him but he was too much in shock to listen to him, sweat dripped down his face as he recalled all the words Debbie had said to him.“I would rather die than not live with her.” He continued to cry in despair.“You are stupid to try to die for such a reason, have you thought about it very well before I proceed, I just “Do you think you're being a man for sulking out like a child? You’re decreasing yourself and humiliating yourself even more so rise now and quit acting this way.” Michael tells him before

“Give me your very best kid, go as hard as you want but you can’t take me down.” He continued to laugh as though he was insane. Charles on tje other hand was trembling in fear as ji mond wasn’t calm, he was constantly on edge and doubting warrior not he was able to beat this man.“What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to have any fun?” Tate laughed staring at him as he sped towards him pointing his sword at him, Xbarlws was on edge as panic arose in him while staring at Tate, his legs were fixated in a spot making no hard for him to move, just them Tate unleashed his signatory mobe.“Just at the right time, head surely going to regret ever asking the master for a duel.”“There’s no way this move can actually be overcome except he’s of a higher dank but that’s I doubt that’s possible here, tje lis chose the wrong opponent to fignt with.” “This is really going to be a spectacular fight.” Another commented.Just then Tate’s sword multiplied along with himself causing the audience to

Working with Don Smith for two months now and there have been no signs of him laying a trap for me as Mateo claimed. I get he is just worried about me, I mean working with Don Smith did mean my identity could get exposed at any time and besides he was the one who took the order which means he has a picture of me and could identify me easily but I refuse to give in to fear and ruin my chance at finding out who truly tried to kill me five years ago if I miss this opportunity then I might as well say goodbye to me finding out the truth. But during the two months I have spent with Don, he had kept me at arms left, he wouldn't allow me to get too close or even have a conversation with him. It's a bit tiresome, our relationship doesn't exclude business meetings, confirmation of files, organizing of files, and questions about work. We do not do anything outside that circle, once it's time for lunch, he asks me to go and return on time and when it's time to close for the day, he doesn't dela

The people stood awed, they could not believe what just transpired before their eyes. Michael stands above Ashton, who happens to be one of the strongest fighters in the country.It was an obvious fight from the beginning, Michael against Ashton was as though Michael was walking to his very own death but instead, Ashton was lying almost lifeless on the floor with Michael barely bruised by any of the attacks from Ashton. If they were told Michael defeated Ashton no one would have believed but there they are seeing it all unfold before their eyes, it was both embarrassing and shocking.“Is it possible?” “Could Michael have taken down Ashton?” “Is this how it ends?” The crowd mumbled in disbelief. People began to wonder who Michael was and how on earth he was able to defeat Ashton without breaking much sweat. “There is no way a man like Michael will take down Ashton! No!” Nancy, grunted, beads of sweat plastered on her forehead, her hands clenched from where she sat during the fight,

“That did not just happen!” “There is no way that just happened!” “Did Ashton just take to heels?” “Did he just get defeated by this man?” “Who the hell is this man by the way? Who does he think he is? Who on earth is he defeating Ashton and threatening to bring ruins on the Almighty Don Francisco?” Some of the spectators mumbled in disbelief, sour and spitting on Michael’s victory. It was a disgrace not just to Ashton but also to them. But just as some hated the idea or grasping the fact that Michael won, others rejoiced and cheered, and some even danced to celebrate. “Fuck! I can’t believe I had to witness this disgrace, Ashton of all fighter” A voice emitted from the crowd, although not loud enough for Michael to hear but loud enough for people sitting next to him to hear. “I suggest we leave before he finds us, we can question his identity when we are in a safe space” Mr Tate hissed, turning to the man, Victor, who let out his displeasure at Michael's victory. Victor turn