The security personnel looked at the pass card for a moment, kind of having some doubts if the people he was staring at were all fakers, but later flagged the thought out of their mind and allowed them to pass. "You can go now," he instructed. Then the gate rolled open. "Enjoy your party," he added with a smile, gripping his gun to his shoulders. Nathan took a deep breath, thinking they would be caught but it was a success. Anything that could implicate them could make them get caught and the alarm might be triggered which will definitely make their mission a failed one.  They reached a parking spot and parked their car. Sindie specialized in sniping jobs, so his job was to position himself somewhere and wait for any backup call while Nathan did the taking down p

  After Nathan noticed he couldn't do anything again, a thought ran down his mind. He remembered that he had snuck the ball Jasper had given to him earlier when he took Amanda to her father. So he came along with it thinking it could help, even though he hadn't operated it before. Nathan dipped his hands at the side of his belt and pushed out the balls to his hands, holding them firmly on his palms. Jasper had passed an instruction to him on how the ball works, that the only way the smoke bomb can be activated is when it touches the ground. And this smoke bomb has the capacity to make one's eyes temporarily blind, making the victim panicked. "I just hope this works," Nathan muttered. "What's that in your hands?" Hardison asked. <

  Ethan living in Atlanta and having built up his gang and territory, found it difficult to accept what Nathan was requesting. Leaving Atlanta was just like leaving gold behind and returning to stone.  "That should be over my dead body. I will never leave Atlanta! Do you know what you are even saying? My life, everything, revolves here, in this city! Why the hell do you want me to leave everything behind?" Ethan protested, already getting infuriated by Nathan's words. But what could he do anyway? It was an offer he had to accept to survive or decline and die. "Oh, that means you don't want to live. I think I should just end you right here and now," Nathan responded, seeing the way Ethan protested like a kiwi. "At least let me know who sent you,

  The men stared at Nathan and had been wondering who the hell he was, having the guts to interrupt their affair at the most interesting part. "Ain't he afraid that he might be hurt?" "Hey, you have a lot of guts spitting that nonsense from your mouth, and I bet you, pal, you're playing with the wrong people. So back off and go home in one piece, or blab your mouth again and go home with a disassembled body," one of the men spat, his brows furrowed, a sneer escaping his lips. Nathan was dumbstruck by the man's words and got more infuriated. He had to beat the hell out of the man. What they were doing was a crime, and if the police were here, they could be jailed for the act. And now they were exchanging words with Nathan—what a courage they had there. Last Updated : 2025-01-26

The next morning, Morgan was fully dressed, with his tie well fixed, his expensive suit shimmering with the reflection of the sunlight. Morgan had contacted Brooks, saying that he wanted to have a meeting with him, and Brooks accepted.Morgan went out of his mansion with his two hefty guards guiding him at every corner. He got to his Lamborghini, with three convoys following him. Some minutes later, he reached the Brooks family villa."Welcome," Brooks spoke first, lending a handshake to Morgan."Oh, thank you," Morgan replied, accepting the handshake."Please, come in," Brooks urged.Morgan got into the mansion and was offered a place to sit. Brooks was so kind to him, making him look like a caring person, but deep inside, he was a ruthless being.Morgan had been a friend of Brooks, but not that close. They had known each other for a long time, and all of a sudden, after a long time of not talking, Brooks received a call from Morgan, telling him that he wanted to have a business conv