"This is as far as I can take you, Sir," as the middle-aged driver pulls over to the curb a few miles away from Black Dragon Company, he says, his gaze dropping over to the building looming over in the distance.A chill runs down his spine and he quickly drags his eyes away from it, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Ahem," he coughs, trying to compose himself before adding with an apologetic sigh, "And I'm sorry the ride took longer than it normally should."Jordan's eyes narrow as he looks at the driver, his tone cold and irritated. "You should make sure to get your car fixed," he says, tossing him his payment and stepping out of the car. "Not everyone is going to be as patient as I was."The ride was intended to take at least five minutes, but due to car troubles, it ended up being a tedious twenty minutes! That had really gotten on Jordan's nerves, no matter how calm he usually is."I'm truly sorry, Sir," noticing Jordan's displeasure, the man apologizes yet again. "You sh
Jordan lets out a cold chuckle, his expression taunting and arrogant. "I'll give you a similar choice, Black Dragon," he says gleefully. "If you hand me a check containing the exact amount you owe World Apparels Galaxy, I'll forget you threatened me and walk away..."But if you don't, you should prepare a speech and your last wishes, because if I get started, you won't survive. So what would it be? Check or last speech and wishes?" As he speaks, he fiddles with the phone in his hand, his movements casual and unconcerned as if it is normal for anyone to threaten the deadly Mafia!"You insolent brat, do you even know who you are talking to?!" Black Dragon snarls contemptuously, his voice low and dangerous. "You are nothing but a puny little boy, how dare you threaten me?""If you could threaten me, why can't I? Are you any better than me?" Jordan retorts indifferently, his voice still infuriatingly calm as he is unfazed by Black Dragon's rage. "Anyways, that wasn't a threat but a friend
Staring at the corpse sprawled out on the floor, a deafening silence descends all over the room, the eyes of everyone wide in shock and their mouths agape!Just like that, the promising young man died! It has always been a culture for trained fighters to die valiantly in battle because that would at least make them heroes, but this man just died like a goat! "Ah! He really is dead!""He died just like that!" Pandemonium erupts, with the underlings and the young lady sympathetically gaping at the dead."But if the wine is poisoned and Chaos died as a result of the poison, how is that punk still alive?!" Amidst the pandemonium, one of the guards asks a startling inquiry. Instantly, every eye is drawn to Jordan, who has quietly resumed drinking the wine yet again as if he just can't get enough."Bitch, you must have done something to our comrade! What is it that you did?!" One of the guards roars, his voice shaking with rage. "Yes, it is the same wine you are drinking that he drank and
Black Dragon narrows his eyes, not daring to take any inch forward as he can't bear to play such a gamble with his life, his mind racing. He had always believed that TTX could kill anyone, no matter how powerful they were. But at this moment, he doesn't know what to believe anymore.If he claims Jordan is lying since there is no way he could be immune to the poison, how does he explain Chaos' death? The punk had clearly drunk from the wine and died.He scratches his head, stuck in a dilemma. "Boss, there's something you should know," at this moment, one of the guards suddenly blurts, his voice quivering. "Chaos got into a feud with someone earlier today. They were about to get into a brawl when he leveraged your name to settle the dispute.""So what?" Black Dragon growls. "What does that have to do with anything?"The guard shifts uneasily, his eyes darting around the room. "Well, uh, after that, the man offered a drink to Chaos, to make up for the argument," he says."Since Chaos jus
"Hmph! Alright, then, boys kill that punk!" As Black Dragon's voice resonates throughout the room, the guards draw out their batons and daggers."Punk, for killing our comrades and challenging our boss, you are a dead meat! Die now!" They roar and charge at Jordan at once, their bloodthirsty auras filling the air."Hmph, you dogs from Black Dragon Company sure overestimate your capabilities. Bunch of idiots," Jordan scoffs and rolls his eyes, unfazed by them. Not bothering to spare them a glance, he begins playing a game on his phone. "How dare you ignore us?!" Seeing this, one of the guards yells, his face red with anger. "I'll make you pay for that!"But once again, Jordan ignores them and instead of saying anything, increases the volume of the game he is playing, laughing out loud to it and giggling. "Ah!" The faces of the guards turn as dark as coal and their bodies begin shuddering in rage. How dare he ignore them? What an insult! They grit their teeth, instantly coming to a d
The room is instantly filled with stunned silence, everyone gaping at Jordan as if he'd uttered the most unthinkable blasphemy. "Did he... did he just say that?" One of the guards mutters under his breath, but it is still loud enough for everyone to hear."He did," another replies, his face twisted in disbelief. "He's either brave or foolish to mutter those delusional words.""I'd say both," a third guard says, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "He's got more guts than anyone I've ever met.""Hmph! So what if he's got guts? Does he know who is standing in front of him?" The guard sways his gaze to Jordan. "Punk, do you know who is standing in front of you?""God Zeus?" Jordan asks, his voice filled with mirth."I can see you don't know what you are into just yet, which is why you still have the time to mess around! Asshole, that is Hades!""Oh, I was so close to getting the name," Jordan sighs. "But then," he twists his head. "Apart from Hades, the brother of God Zeus, the
"Ah!" The young lady lets out a bloodcurdling scream, her body shaking violently. Suddenly, she feels the contents of her stomach rising in her throat and can't stop herself from vomiting, her face flustered."How dare you kill my men?!" Recovering from the shock of watching his men's heads plummet south and their bodies north, Black Dragon snarls, his cheeks pink with wrath."What?" Jordan arches his brows at him. "Are you angry I slaughtered your men like the goats they were? Didn't you hear your dog say he and his comrades were going to kill me? What should I have done after he made such an insulting statement? Crawl and kiss their boots and beg them to let me off? Hmph! Don't be ridiculous!""You are biting off more than you can chew!" Black Dragon roars, the temperature of the room plummeting drastically! I am Black Dragon, and nobody dares to challenge me!""Hahaha, what a dumb line," Jordan chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Look around you, man, I've killed over a hundred and fifty
"Who I am doesn't matter," Jordan retorts flatly. "What matters is that you have managed to offend me and you have to die!""No, you can't kill me!" Black Dragon shrieks in terror as he drops to the floor with a dull thud, his body drenched in sweat."Are you commanding me or begging?""Uhm," Black Dragon nibbles on his lower lip, not saying anything. Obviously, he is begging, but he is Black Dragon, how can he possibly admit to such a thing?His ego is so high to the heavens to stomach such an embarrassment."I see, you can die with your high ego," Jordan suddenly appears in front of him and raises his foot to stomp on his head."Stop!" At this moment, a sudden voice roars, and several guards rush into the office. "Get away from our boss or you will die a horrific death!" One of them threatens cold-bloodedly."Fuck off, you dogs," Jordan hisses and waves his hand. Instantly, the heads of the twenty guards sever from their necks and drop to the floor respectively, their decapitated bo