In the Creamer club, which was owned by Stephen himself.Stephen and Daine were dancing in the crowd, as the DJ played different songs. It was eleven in the morning, but they were all drinking and dancing and enjoying themselves, for it looked like a night inside the club.After dancing for nearly twenty minutes, Diane was tired. She went to a couch and ordered the girls who were sitting there to leave. They were annoyed by her, but they still listened to her and left.“This club is pretty good,” Diane smiled as she looked around. “Lots of girls here to pull men in continuously. They are earning thousands of dollars every day, but that’s only the front. They are using the girls to get the guys’ numbers and then suck more money out of them through relationships. By selling the items they get from the guys, they’re earning tens of thousands of dollars every week while only paying little money to the girls, just enough to keep them hungry for more. It’s a dangerous but brilliant tactic.

In the outskirts of the city, at a ten-acre fish farm near the southern mountains.A bald man in his early sixties was smoking weed from a pipe while sitting next to one of the fish ponds. He had a big cyst on his left ear.“Please forgive me, Boss Edward,” a man was crawling at Edward’s feet, begging for his life. “I have two children and a wife waiting at home. If I die, they will not survive. Please have mercy on me.”Edward put his foot on that man’s head. “I forgive anyone except those who act like my friends and stab me in the back. Many years back, when I went home, I saw my wife sleeping with another man. She asked for forgiveness just like you did. She begged me to forgive her and give her another chance.”He put his hand to the side, and one of his men handed him an ax.“I gave her another chance. And guess what? Weeks later, I saw her in a park with that same motherfucker. That’s when I realized that you don’t give second chances to those who cheat on you.” Edward brought th

At Harryfield hospital.Denver’s car stopped. He dragged Stephen out by his shirt collar.Stephen was crying in pain. “Let me go!”The guard who saw that quickly stood in his path, denying him entry.“What are you doing, mister? Let him go!” the guard growled.“If you don’t want your teeth broken, then move!” Denver warned.The guard felt intimidated by him and moved out of the way.Denver forcibly took Stephen inside.“You’re going to regret this,” Stephen hissed at Denver while frothing at his mouth. “My dad will surely kill you.”Denver didn’t respond. He took Stephen to a particular room.Stephen saw Jeremy in that room, his body covered in many bandages. Both of his eyes were swollen, and he couldn’t even see with his eyes right now.“Look at him,” Denver pushed Stephen near to the bed. “He’s just a mere low-level construction worker. He does the same heavy labor every day, and he doesn’t get the opportunity to do anything special. But he doesn’t let that beat him down. He showe

“Hahaha,” Stephen laughed, despite experiencing the pain of broken wrists. “I can’t wait to see you get beaten like a dog by my dad. He ruined entire families of those who so much as stole a dollar from him. What do you think he’ll do to you who messed with his own son?”Denver was staring through the window, counting the number of people that were coming out of cars. “32 of them.”“32 what?” Stephen snorted. “Did you just count their numbers? 32 isn’t all. More will come. If you don’t surrender, they’ll destroy everyone in this hospital. It will become national news then.”“You’re trying to scare the wrong person, dude,” Jeremy voiced his mind. “Even at the construction company, we’re surrounded by many underachievers, but Denver was always working extra hard and extra fast to get things done fast. Watching him would always give me motivation. I still didn’t do risky ladder climbs like him, but thanks to him, I became better at work over the past couple of years. ”Stephen blew air t

Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced forbiddingly along the whitewashed walls of Harryfield hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavily in the air, enough to upset any man into easily losing their cool.In the heart of such a hospital where chaos of a different kind has erupted, Denver was now ensnared in a lethal confrontation.Edward, the notorious head of the ruthless Creamer gang that ruled a part of the city’s underbelly, had a commanding presence. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto Denver, assessing the only figure standing defiant in that corridor.“A big body isn’t enough to fight against bullets, brat,” Edward’s voice was smooth but laced with venom as he put his hand under his suit and reached out for something. “You’ve got guts. I’ll give you that, but guts don’t win fights. Guns do.”The polished item Edward took out gleamed ominously in the overhead light.Denver recognized it at a glance and knew it was loaded with one of these