"Nothing," Isabella doesn't feel like continuing the conversation. If Jordan was an easy nut to crack, she feels Henry would have killed him a long time ago.Since even Henry couldn't kill him, she doesn't think Brian can. But telling him that will only prolong the conversation and that is something she doesn't want so she can only shut her mouth. Moreover, she has already divorced Jordan so she can't be bothered about what happens to him."Mr. Martinez, I've been able to get the remaining 300 million. Transfer the ownership of the land to me and I'll transfer the money to you," Avery says.Brian's eyes glimmer and his face breaks into a wide smile. Instantly, the anger he was initially feeling washes down the drain. "That's good," he says cheerfully and retrieves his phone, dialing a number.After a while, he hangs up and turns to look at Avery. "My lawyer will soon be here and the finalization of the transfer of ownership will be carried out. While we wait, you can proceed with the
"Hahaha," Loxter laughs. "Lad, what do you mean by 'am I going back on my word?' I never promised you anything, did I?""Don't play jokes with me, old man!" Jordan roars, clenching his fists. "You agreed to pledge allegiance to me in exchange for the magic powers, isn't that a promise?""Well, I guess it is," Loxter shrugs indifferently. "In that case, yes, I'm going back on my word. Not because I don't want to do it but because you are too little to have me pledge allegiance to you. Thank you for imparting your powers to my guards. If you need anything else, I can grant it, but if you don't, then scram. Don't make me use the guards you just made powerful against you.""Hahaha," Jordan laughs. "Hahaha," his tone increases. "Hahaha," in no time, his voice begins resonating all over the place.The next moment, he moves.ARGH!ARGH!ARGH...While the sound of his laughter echoes, he engages in a bloodthirsty massacre. By the time the sound of his laughter fades, there is no longer a si
In a base in the underworld...Lorenzo is covered in injuries and blood. His hair is disheveled and his shirt and pants have been torn, leaving him only in his pants. He is tied to a pole and there are several hair-raising marks on his back.A burly man stands in front of him, holding a long nail-tailed belt. "Mmm," he groans and spits out a mouthful of blood."Why are you torturing yourself, buddy? I only asked the identity of your Lord. Is that too hard to tell?" A handsome young man, sitting on a throne-like chair asks and puffs his cigar. From his aura one can easily tell that he is Luciano Pavarotti.Though he is being asked a question, Lorenzo remains silent. He will rather die than reveal Jordan's identity. He doesn't know why Luciano is asking this but from how long he has known him, he can tell that the reason can never be something good."Still stubborn, huh?" Luciano snickers and waves his hand at the burly man. "Go on and whip him until his resolve is broken. I'm curious t
Luciano feels a chill down his spine. "Who are you?" He asks in a barely audible whisper, adopting a combat posture.Jordan chuckles dryly. "You just asked of my identity from Lorenzo and now that I am here in flesh and blood, you are asking who I am? What do you really want?""You are the Mafia Lord?"Jordan smiles without responding and starts walking towards him, his aura increasing with each step he takes. Luciano hurriedly grabs Lorenzo's neck and yells, "If you take one more step, I'll snap his neck!"Jordan's jaw clenches at the threat. He never likes to be threatened. But he, however, obliges and stops walking. He can't act recklessly as any careless mistake might cost him the life of his friend and subordinate. He might never forgive himself if such a thing happens. He looks at Luciano, marries his gaze and asks with a smile, "Didn't you ask for my identity so you will meet me? Now that I'm here, shouldn't we talk?""Talk?" Luciano scoffs. "Who do you think you are? Are yo
"You..." Luciano staggers backward. "Who are you? How is he that you are still alive?"Jordan ignores his question and disappears from his spot, reappearing in his front the next instant. He grabs him by the collar and jerks him off his feet. "You, punk dared touch my subordinate?"SLAP!"Who gave you the guts?"SLAP!"You said you will kill me? Do you have what it takes?"SLAP!With each question Jordan asks, he lands a slap on Luciano's cheeks. By the time he is done, so many of Luciano's teeth have been knocked off and his cheeks, nose and lips are bleeding. But that doesn't satisfy Jordan. He drags him to the same pole he tied Lorenzo and ties him there, picking up the same long nail-tailed belt the burly figure used to whip Lorenzo."I hope you enjoy having a taste of your own medicine," Jordan sneers as he begins whipping him. For several hours, Jordan keeps whipping him until his hands are bleeding and there is nothing left of the belt.Through this moment, Luciano had fainted
WORLD APPARELS GALAXY...One of the office windows makes a cracking sound and a bloodied Jordan jumps in.He briskly walks into the restroom to freshen up. Almost an hour later, he walks out with a towel wrapped around his body, his phone in his hand and sits down in the Chairman's seat. He scrolls through his phone and locating Arthur's number, dials it.The call is instantly picked up on the first ring, followed by Arthur's cheerful voice, "Hello, Sire.""Where are you, Smith?" Jordan doesn't beat around as he directly asks."I'm still in the office, Sire.""Good," Jordan lets out a breath of relief. "I need clothes. I'm in the Chairman's office. Can you help me out?""Sure, Sire," without asking questions, Arthur agrees and Jordan hangs up.A few minutes later, Arthur walks into the office with a shirt, pants and underwears. He respectfully hands them to Jordan."Thank you," Jordan mouths as he takes the clothes from him and enters the relaxing room to change. He walks out a few min
"Hmph! We will see about that!" Kevin snorts and hoists another fist at Jordan. But just like in the first, Jordan clamps down on it and no matter how Kevin struggles, he can't free his hands from Jordan's grip."Ah!" A trace of fear appears on his face. Before he came to claim Jordan's life, he'd believed Jordan wouldn't stand a chance and would only watch helplessly as he takes his head. Little did he know that his opponent will be this powerful.Beads of sweat are cascading down his cheeks and he is in panic. Now, he understands why Vincy died at Jordan's hands. Noticing his fear, Jordan releases his grip on Kevin and casually waves a finger, causing him to be sent flying. He vanishes from his spot and reappears in front of Kevin, stepping on his chest as he asks, "Who sent you?""Margaret! Vincy's wife," Kevin doesn't dare hold back any information as he replies, panting. He no longer looks like the arrogant man who challenged Jordan not long ago but like a goat on the verge of b
"No... No," Jordan's question snaps Kevin out of his daze. "My name is Kevin Snow. I just recently came back to East Veridora. I've been overseas. As for my relationship with Margaret...," he pauses and scratches his hair, seemingly hesitant to speak.Jordan narrows his brows. He can already tell Kevin's relationship with Margaret through his reluctance to disclose it.His face crinkles in disgust as he says coolly, "It has only been a few days since Vincy died and you are already disrespecting him by sleeping with his wife? You couldn't even let his mourning period end?""I've known Margaret before her husband. Our relationship is kinda complicated," Kevin says in defense, shrugging. "Besides, I wasn't the one who chose to disrespect Vincy, Margaret did. The woman would do anything to have you killed even if it means sleeping with another. As long as the person is willing to take up the course. I couldn't let such an opportunity slide.""Mmm," Jordan hums and removes his foot from his