There's pin-drop silence as everyone in the room tries to figure out what just happened.But even after racking their brains for so many minutes, none of them can come up with what exactly happened. This is clearly because they only have the idea that Jordan casually flicked his finger and the tattooed man suddenly dropped dead.There's no how he could have used magic, right? So what the hell did he use? Their eyes are as wide as saucers and their jaws are literally dropping to the floor."Why are you guys moping like goats?" Jordan hisses as several minutes pass and the lots in the room wouldn't still react, instead they keep gaping at him."Jordan... I mean, uh, sir, what did you do to him?" Suppressing her shock a bit, Vanessa asks, staring inquisitively at Jordan."I sent him to hell to show his boss who is in charge here," Jordan mumbles indifferently with a shrug of his shoulder. "And by the way, you can just call me Jordan. 'Sir' coming from you makes me feel old.""What?!" At
"Hmph! As if there's any other identity to you than the one I already know," Deathpool suddenly retorts with a snort. "And no one gives me orders! I'm taking the girls away with me and that's the end of it. "No one! I mean, not even you or the celestial being above can stop me! You might have some tricks under your sleeve but since that is all there is to you, you are nothing to me! For taking the life of my subordinate, you'll pay dearly!""Punk, you've managed to make an enemy of Deathpool! How brave of you!" Jasper taunts with a grin. "You might not know it but Deathpool is a subordinate of Black Dragon and Black Dragon is a subordinate of Mr. Lorenzo Capone, the Mafia boss. Now that you've crossed his bottom line, you are definitely going to meet your end soon!" If Jasper had spoken to him, Jordan doesn't give him the leisure of any reaction as he completely ignores him, and directs his attention to Deathpool, asking instead, "Are you truly this dense? Fine, let's humor the ide
"Daisy, you're here!" Vanessa exclaims excitedly, relief washing over her. "Quick, order your guards to stop those men! They're moving to attack Jordan!""Who dares lay a hand on my man?!" Daisy bellows, her voice transforming from her typically gentle demeanor into a fierce roar. The shift is startling, like a cute pet morphing into a ferocious beast. "John, take them down!" She doesn't hesitate to issue commands."Understood, Princess," John responds with utmost respect, turning to the other guards. "Attack!""Yes!" The guards launch into action, darting at the two henchmen. However, before they even reach their targets, an eerie stillness overtakes them, and they collapse to the floor, lifeless and unmoving."What?!" Confusion passes among the guards as they exchange bewildered glances. They haven't even reached the henchmen and yet they suddenly dropped dead. "They're already dead, Princess," John reports back to Daisy, his confusion so blatantly visible in his eyes."But I thou
"Ah!"THUD!As Deathpool cries out in anguish, his knees hit the floor with a loud thud, the impact resounding like a proclamation of his surrender. Deathpool, the formidable and mighty Mafia was kneeling before Jordan! Such an astonishing sight!"Wow," Vanessa gasps in awe. Who would have predicted that Jordan could humble the fearsome Deathpool, a figure that once held them all in check and gave them scruples? "Now, that's how a real man should be," She casts a glance at Penelope, quoting her earlier words.Daisy gazes at Jordan with a mixture of admiration and possessiveness. "My man," she asserts proudly, her voice exuding conviction."Now, speak. Why should I spare your life?" Jordan's tone remains frigid, demanding an explanation."Be... Because, no matter what, I am Deathpool. Even though you might have the power to challenge me, you can't afford to provoke my superior, Black Dragon! If you dare to end me, he will relentlessly pursue you to the ends of the earth!""Is that all?
"Whatever you heard is true," Chris doesn't beat around as he responds with a sad sigh. "I shouldn't say more than that as this is top secret but considering your relationship with Black Dragon, I might as well let you know that earlier today, the Mafia boss gave order for Black Dragon's assassination. Indeed, Black Dragon is dead!""But why?! Why?!" Deathpool gasps, incredulity lacing his voice. "Why would the Mafia boss do that?""Well, from what I've been able to gather, it turns out Black Dragon offended who he couldn't afford to provoke, someone even the Mafia boss himself can't afford to provoke so the Mafia boss had no other option but to order his assassination to appease the formidable figure. This is all I know."Deathpool slowly glances up at Jordan, his tone quivering as he asks, "Perhaps, is this formidable figure a young man in his twenties?""I really can't say. Not like I don't want to tell you but I don't know. His identity is confidential," Chris replies diplomatical
"Last night, I spared your life because of my relationship with your brother," Jordan says icily. "I'm giving you the same option right now, because of your brother, I'm willing to forget everything that just happened if you take your men and scram.""Hmph! Who do you think you are?!" Luca glowers. "It seems you are thinking wrong! I was the one who spared you last night because Shadow wouldn't let me hurt you. But he is not here now and I can do whatever I want! You are going to die! But don't worry, you are not dying now, I'm only going to break your legs.""It seems you never learn a lesson until something happens to you," Jordan remarks with a pitiful sigh and shakes his head.Seeing this, Deathpool's heart skips a beat. Mr. Callahan although calm, appears to have lost it. If he really takes action, Mr. Capone might be dead."No," he mutters breathlessly. "Mr. Capone, Mr. Callahan is really not someone you can afford to provoke! Pl...,""Shut up!" Luca snaps cold-bloodedly, cuttin
"Respected sirs," he utters with a blend of deference and a slight bow, "May I ask why you guys are here? Does the Mafia boss know of your appearances? And why are acting on Mr. Capone's directives?Elder Cornelius narrows his gaze, emitting an intense stare. "By what right do you pose such queries to us?" he retorts sharply. "Anyway, we are here to help Mr. Capone achieve his aim! Anyone who tries to stop us would be considered an enemy!"Deathpool's heart skips a beat. "But, Sirs...," He tries to say but Elder Nelson interjects abruptly, cutting him off, "We don't want to hear any nonsense!" He snarls, "Are you getting out of our way or should we make you?"Anxiety prickles beneath Deathpool's skin, his composure starting to falter. Regardless of how powerful a man is, there are invariably those more powerful. One of these elders is enough to kill him. The realization of this leaves his legs unsteady.What will he do? His gaze flickers to Jordan to see if he has any suggestions, bu
"Yes, Sir," at Jordan's order, Deathpool responds and immediately darts to Luca."Don't you dare lay a finger on me! Keep your hands off! Get away from me! Don't dare touch me! Don't dare!" As he is being dragged, Luca yells frantically, struggling with Deathpool, but his struggles are futile as Deathpool doesn't budge until he brings him before Jordan and kicks him to his knees."Ah!" Luca cries out as his legs hit the floor, his face flushing in embarrassment. He is the Mafia boss's brother no matter what yet Jordan allowed that punk to kick him to his knees. He is raging hot."Punk, don't dare think of doing anything rash! If you dare hurt me, my brother would never let you off!" He bellows at Jordan."Is that so?" Jordan scoffs, his response dripping with sarcasm. "In that case, why not you call up your brother? I want to see just what he can do to me!""Jordan, hold on, his brother is the Mafia boss, do you really want him to call him?" Daisy asks, her brows furrowed."Yes, let hi