"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
"My Lord, considering all he's done, I understand he deserves severe punishment. However, in light of my years of loyal service to you, could you perhaps spare his life?" Lorenzo implores, his tone tinged with desperation. "I don't ask that you withhold consequences, but merely that you grant him mercy in the end."Jordan takes a deep breath, casting a cold glance at Luca before saying calmly, "It's good that you know he deserves punishment. In that case, I'll only have his legs crippled and have someone send him back to you after. Is that a fair resolution?""Absolutely, My Lord. I'm deeply grateful," Lorenzo's gratitude is palpable, his voice a mix of relief and thankfulness. Naturally, he knows that it is only because of his relationship with Jordan that he chooses to relent. If it were to be someone else, there is no doubt that Luca would have been dead by now."Here," without saying anything more to Lorenzo, Jordan tosses Luca's phone back to him and declares sternly, "Consider
"Jordan!" Daisy's voice rises in protest, her foot stamping on the floor. "Regardless of everything, she's still my friend. Please, save her. For my sake. Please.""She's your friend, not mine," Jordan retorts with an air of finality. "If you want her saved, you can give it a shot. I'm out of here." With those words, he turns and starts walking away.Daisy's face flushes a deep crimson. Despite her personal feelings towards Olivia, the notion of another man taking her home against her will is something she can't bear. The internal conflict weighs heavily on her, her sense of loyalty and compassion battling against her personal sentiments."Okay, Jordan, I know I'm in the wrong. I'm sorry. Please, can you help me?" Shock ripples through the room as Olivia takes an unexpected step. Swiftly moving before Daisy can react, she drops to her knees in front of Jordan. "Please," her plea is earnest, her voice carrying a note of desperation.However, while it appears to everyone else that Olivi
In the wake of Jordan's swift and unemotional action, a heavy silence blankets the room. Naturally, there should have been a cacophony of babbles as the minds of Penelope and the rest are brimming with thoughts to be aired out but none dare utter a word for fear of saying anything that would end up provoking Jordan. Just a second ago, Jordan was all smiles, but in another second, he had struck Olivia so hard that she lost four teeth and her cheek split open. She will undoubtedly have to have the wound sewn and will possibly retain a scar after it heals. Jordan's personality seems to change in the blink of an eye that they are so puzzled about the kind of man he truly is.Daisy, however, pays no heed to the palpable tension as her voice cuts through the silence like a blade, cold and unwavering. "Olivia de la Croix, don't think that slap is enough to atone for your actions!"She glares at her seemingly unconscious body and continues frostily, "Starting today, I want you to stay at
"Jordan!" At the sight of Jordan, Natasha exclaims cheekily but soon frowns as her gaze drops to Daisy, who is clinging to Jordan's arm. "Who is she?" She asks coldly."I should be asking you the same, Natasha, who is that young man beside you? Let me guess, you've already dumbed Benjamin and moved on with another guy?""Jordan!" Natasha's frown deepens. "Do you really think of me as that kind of person?"Jordan rolls his eyes. "Isn't it already obvious? You made out with Benjamin in the afternoon, and now you are with another man. Your body itch must be relentless."SMACK!Not being able to control her busting emotions, Natasha raises her hand and slaps Jordan hard on the cheek."Oh, no," realizing what she has just done, her face pales. "I'm sorry, I didn't....""What are you apologizing for, Natasha?" The young man beside her cuts her off. "He was being a jerk and deserved that slap!"Jordan lets out a chuckle, one hand gingerly touching his cheek. "Well, I hope I never have to see