A dark-skinned man with rough black beards and braided hair, clad in a black leather jacket, could be seen sitting on a black bike with several other gangsters sitting on their bikes beside him. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the whole area was filled with smoke due to everyone smoking.The street was bustling a few minutes ago with several people walking around here and there and shops that were selling goods by the corner of the street. However, when this group of men arrived there and decided to chill there and blow some smoke, the whole place became deserted.The people that were once passing decided to take a whole new route to avoid passing through this street, and the shops that were was open were now shut down.Everyone became terrified the moment they arrived because they were quick to recognize the leather jackets these men wore and they knew exactly who they were. They were the members of a notorious gang led by a powerful man, Mr. Fernando.Even though Bolasco and h

Scott stood over Iniesta, whose body lay still on the cold concrete floor, blood oozing from the wound in his head. The dark pool expanded slowly beneath him, its crimson color contrasting with the dim light that flickered across the dilapidated room."Fool," Scott spat disdainfully.He had no intention of ever playing the Russian Roulette game. The very suggestion had been nothing more than a clever ruse, a psychological trap set to make Iniesta lower his guard. And it had worked. Iniesta had fallen for it, driven by his thirst for revenge and blind ambition. Scott's calm manipulation had turned Iniesta into the architect of his own death.Scott stood motionless for several minutes, his sharp gaze fixed on the lifeless body. His mind was already calculating the next steps. He had no need to feel guilt or remorse. In this world, it was kill or be killed, and he had simply survived. The air in the room was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. His muscles remained tense, ready

Scott's heart raced as he dashed into the factory and swiftly made his way to the office. He pushed the door open and stepped inside."Scott, what's the matter?" Oliver blurted out after Scott barged inside with his face drenched in sweat."Where are the rest of the female workers?" He asked while scanning the office."I don't know, they went to take pictures somewhere in the factory. I'm not sure about it though." Oliver responded audibly. "Why are you asking?" He asked.Scott walked closer to him and placed both hands on his shoulder, "Listen to me. I want you to tell all factory workers to evacuate the building and go somewhere far away! I'll find the female workers and also get them out of here.""Why? What's going on, man?" Oliver questioned in bewilderment after hearing the words of Scott."The lady you told me about...the one who came looking for me earlier, she planted a bomb in here. As we speak it's currently counting down, and in less than five minutes this whole fucking pl

The crowd of workers began to speak collectively after Chief Jim asked a question, and all hands were pointed at one man... Scott.Chief Jim turned to face Scott with a slight look of puzzle, and he made his way towards him."Scott? What are you doing here?" Chief Jim inquired, his gaze fixed on Scott."I work here, Chief. Or I used to work here." Scott replied."I see." Chief Jim nodded as he took off his brown hat and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve before putting it back on. "So, can you tell me what happened?" He asked."Metal collided against each other, caused a spark of fire, and the spark caused the explosion." Scott told him the same made up story he has been telling everyone that asked. That was the reasonable explanation he could come up with that would cover the fact that it was a bomb."Those guys over there said that you mentioned something about a bomb that was planted by a lady. Is it true?" Chief Jim lowered his voice and inquired."It wasn't

Scott's eyes widened in shock after Mr. Fernando collapsed, and he swifly made his way towards him. He dropped to his knees, "Sir! Sir! Sir! Help!" Scott voiced out, and Bolasco swiftly dashed into the room and headed towards him."What the hell happened to him?!" Bolasco questioned after arriving there."I have no idea. He just fell." Scott replied, a worrisome look evident on his face, but deep down he was grinning.Bolasco knelt down beside him and placed his hands on his chest, "He's barely breathing!" He informed audibly, "We have to get him to the hospital quickly. Go bring the car around, Scott!" Bolasco voiced out as he tossed a car key towards Scott Scott nodded after catching the key before turning around and began to dash forward. He exited the living room and ran straight to the living room where several expensive cars could be seen.He unlocked a shiny black Bentley and swiftly stepped inside. Scott stated the engine and drove out of the garage before driving toward the