At Shadow's remark, the silence in the bar becomes absolute, to pin-drop, punctuated only by the sound of a few shocked gasps. The eyes of everyone except Jordan, who has but a smirk playing on the corners of his lips, are as wide as saucers, and no one can quite believe what they just heard. Shadow's conciliatory tone seems to run counter to everything they know about him, and his willingness to put the incident behind him is unexpected, to say the least. It's as if the entire room is holding its breath.Benjamin's mouth is so wide open that an egg can fit in and he is frozen in place, unable to move or speak. It's just as if he had seen something out of a fantasy novel. Something he never believed was possible.Everyone else in this bar might have only heard about Shadow's ruthlessness, but he had been opportune to experience it on several occasions! This is the same man, who, a few years back, had snapped a certain young's man head only because he mistakenly stepped on his shoe
Caught between the two bosses, the thugs are in a state of panic, not knowing what to do. If they listen to Shadow and leave, they will be disobeying Luca, the Mafia boss's brother. But if they follow Luca's orders, they will be defying Shadow, their true boss.They stand there, frozen, their faces reflecting their inner turmoil.Seeing this, Luca's face darkens. He is the Mafia boss's brother! Why would they not do what he wants? "What's wrong with you idiots?" He barks, glaring daggers at them. "Are you trying to push me over the edge?"Hah!" He grits his teeth, his face flushing red. "If you want me to get you to do my bidding the hard way, I swear, it won't go well for you assholes! So if you still want to leave here alive and intact and not regret anything, then you better start acting!"Get me that bitch right now and beat that punk into a pulp! Actually, nope, I've changed my mind. I don't want you guys to just beat him into a pulp, I want you to break all his limbs! I want this
With Natasha's directions, the Uber driver pulls up to the curb in front of her house after riding for a few minutes. Without further ado, Jordan pays him and they climb out of the car, making their way towards the front door of Natasha's house.Natasha's house is a modest two-story building, nestled in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The exterior is painted a soft beige, with white shutters framing the windows and a small porch with a swing. A well-tended garden flanks the front walkway, blooming with colorful flowers. It is not grand or luxurious, but it is cozy and inviting, a place that feels like home."Nice house," Jordan remarks with a smile."Thanks," Natasha smiles back at him.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they arrive at her front door. "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Taking a deep breath, Natasha turns to Jordan and asks, her cheeks flushing beet red down to the root of her hair.This is the first time she would be inviting a man into her hou
"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