Jacob is with me in limousine, his grip tight on each his hands as we pass the road. He's sweating a lot, visibly nervous. "Master, why are you doing all this?" he asks, his voice trembling."I am the apostle, so I must do my job. Calling the sinners to walk the right path," I reply, my face set in a serious expression.He glances at me, then back at the road. "Yes, yes, you are doing a holy work," he mutters.When our eyes meet again, there's an unspoken understanding between us. We both know we don’t believe in this kind of nonsense.I just want power, and the quickest way to rise is through the underworld. In this world, you can kill them, fry them, and even roast them, and they wouldn't dare call the police.No matter how cruelly I hit them, they painfully accept it like obedient bitch. It's a place where the bigger fist always wins.Not long after, the car stops in front of a towering financial building, a part of it dealing in chemical sales."Lucas is supposed to be at the top
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