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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 59: Shock Them To The Bones
“To who? That guy?” everyone asked in shock—some in their minds, others in whispers. Felix, still on his knees, gaped, blood trickling down his chin. “What the…?” Gary slipped his phone back into his pocket, hands resting easy, like he hadn’t just flipped the world upside down. “No need to fix anything yet,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Just didn’t want my mom catching a slap she couldn’t handle. Tell your guy here to ease up—family stuff, you know?” Harrison straightened, nodding fast, his grizzled face a mix of relief and awe. “Of course, of course—Victor, you heard him! No slapping, no nothing unless he says!” He turned to Gary, lowering his voice, respectful but careful. “You’re the messenger, right? Whatever you need, Titan Forge’s got it. Just name it.” The crowd buzzed again, softer now, trying to figure out who Gary was. Messenger? From who? The Sun Group? Someone bigger? Gary didn’t answer; he just gave a small nod, keeping his cards close. He wasn’t Mr. Wang to them—n
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 60: Grandma Lola
Leaving Titan Forge, Gary drove straight back home to his mansion. He smiled as he drove past the street lights. It was fun to see everyone squirm in fear of him after finding out he was some messenger. Madam Ann, a funny woman. What would she do when she and every other person found out that he was not just a messenger from the Wang Empire, but Master Wang himself. Soon, Gary got to his mansion. The mansion sat there, still, heavy, billions of dollars sitting firmly under the night sky. As soon as he got to the gate, it was automatically opened up for him as his biometrics was scanned from miles away. He was going to see his grandmother. She was discharged from Asclepius early that morning and according to Montague, she was better than ever. He stopped his old dirty car on the driveway when three men and two ladies all cloaked in black and white bowed to greet him and then, two of the men got into Gary’s car to drive it into the garage. “Dispose of that car,” he said. “I don’t
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 61: "Some Wang Prince"
Lola let out a long, slow sigh, the kind that carried decades of weight, and eased back in her workchair, fingers drumming softly on the armrest. She took a sip of her coffee, the steam curling up around her silver hair, and fixed him with those sharp eyes, warm but tinged with something deeper—regret, maybe, or resolve. “Have you forgotten the reason, sweet boy?” she said, her tone gentle but teasing, like she was scolding him for losing his keys. “Or did Serena leave that part out?” Gary frowned, searching her face, the glow of her cheeks and the spark in her gaze, tightening his chest. “She told me some—said you kept me outta this mess to protect me, keep me grounded ‘til I could handle it. But I need it from you, Grandma. Why’d you let me think we were nothing when you had all this? Your husband is the fucking founder of the Wang Empire and…” “Language!” Granny cut in. Lola set her cup down, the soft clink of porcelain on the saucer filling the pause. She leaned forward a lit
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 62: "Gary"
The Lancasters’ mansion glowed at nights. The LED landscape lights illuminate the exterior of the building. The swimming pool glowed like an ocean of led lights. Madam Ann sat by the pool, sipping her Aged Tequila Elixir. The world was beautiful, her life was beautiful. She was now working with the big dogs. She would have loved to say thanks to Gary, but her pride was way bigger than her sense of gratitude. As a matter of fact, Gary had said it himself; he was just a messenger. And really, what else could he be? A loser, a live-in son-in-law who could not afford to find a proper job to pay for his dying grandmother. It was clear: all Gary knew how to do best was be a loser and nothing more. So, Madam Ann could rest assured that Gary would not and never be a rival, or competition. But she would keep him, he seemed to have good luck, a lucky charm. Still, truth kept gnawing at the back of her proud mind. How? “Gary, how? What are you hiding? How could someone as powerful as Mr.
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 63: "Yes, Gary"
Madam Ann’s laugh barked out, sharp and bitter, slicing through Evelyn’s confession like a blade. She leaned forward in her lounge chair, elbows on her knees, tequila forgotten as her painted nails dug into her palms. “Real? Different? Evelyn, have you lost your damn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you? I think you’ve had too much to drink. Give me that!” “No mom! I am dead serious. You might not know, but Gary is more than just Gary. He has connections, mom. But that is not even it. He is a caring guy, smart, loving and… look… I want him back in my life.” There was a brief silence. “You.. you’re serious!” Madam Ann said, adjusting her sitting position. Silence from Evelyn. “Are you nuts? That boy’s a loser—a live-in nobody who couldn’t pay for his grandma’s medicine without groveling. You think he’s some hidden prince now ‘cause Harrison Wolfe kissed his boots? He’s a messenger, girl—a lucky dog with a phone, nothing more!” Her voice rose, edged with a fury that trembled in
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 1: A Hound in Their Den
"Kneel!" The word cut through the room like a whip. Gary Wang stood frozen, his fingers clenched into fists. His legs ached from hours of standing, but he wouldn’t kneel. Not this time. Around him, the laughter swelled. The Lancaster family, their guests, their servants—they all watched, waiting for the show to begin. William Lancaster sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "I said, kneel, you douche-bag!" A sharp kick suddenly slammed into the back of Gary’s knee. His leg buckled, and before he could catch himself, he was on the floor, a silent grunt escaping his dry lips. Laughter erupted. Someone clapped. A joke was made at his expense, but Gary didn’t hear it. All he heard was his own breathing. Heavy. Slow. He looked up. Across the room, Evelyn stood there, watching. His wife, his wife, who never defended him. His wife, who didn’t look away, was she enjoying the scene? Gary swallowed hard. He couldn’t tell. But he would remember this night like every other night—ever
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 2: Kneel
Gary’s knees became even weaker. Truth be told, he had not expected his wife to refuse her mother’s command. Madam Ann was a ruthless woman, and disobeying her had no sweet end. He just did not believe that Evelyn would say it so easily, so comfortably, as if he meant nothing to her, as if what they shared meant nothing to her. “Do it, Gary, and do not make this night any worse. You have caused me too many troubles in my life already!” Evelyn added, making sure her message was passed on loud and clear. Evelyn hugged herself tighter, eyes darting away—like she cared, or maybe just didn’t. Gary was not a mad dog who would attack someone simply for touching his wife. It went deeper. He had seen this Kage of a varmint smooch his wife in her bedroom one time. It cut his heart. When he confronted Evelyn, she said they were simply having a good time and that no strings were attached. Gary despised Kage with every fibre of his being. He was a simp, a pecker-head and a good-for-nothing
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 3: Zombies In The Kitchen?
Gary didn’t waste a second. He snatched a rumpled blue shirt, sprayed some cheap cologne, grabbed his wallet, and bolted from the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in the rush. Going through the living room was a bad idea. Gary knew that the Lancasters were demons and did not care about his grandmother. They’d paid her hospital bills as part of their deal, sure, but after that? She could rot for all they cared. Whatever happened to the old lady after their agreement was none of their concern. So he crept to the kitchen’s back door, silent as a ghost. He eased it shut behind him, praying no one noticed. He made sure to draw no attention The kitchen was unusually dark. The lights were always turned on. Madam Ann hated the dark and made sure her mansion was properly lit, from the underground chambers to the garage and to her room. She believed in vampires and believed that keeping her room properly lit kept them away. Nevertheless, Gary quietly tiptoed until he found the doork
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Chapter 63: "Yes, Gary"
Madam Ann’s laugh barked out, sharp and bitter, slicing through Evelyn’s confession like a blade. She leaned forward in her lounge chair, elbows on her knees, tequila forgotten as her painted nails dug into her palms. “Real? Different? Evelyn, have you lost your damn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you? I think you’ve had too much to drink. Give me that!” “No mom! I am dead serious. You might not know, but Gary is more than just Gary. He has connections, mom. But that is not even it. He is a caring guy, smart, loving and… look… I want him back in my life.” There was a brief silence. “You.. you’re serious!” Madam Ann said, adjusting her sitting position. Silence from Evelyn. “Are you nuts? That boy’s a loser—a live-in nobody who couldn’t pay for his grandma’s medicine without groveling. You think he’s some hidden prince now ‘cause Harrison Wolfe kissed his boots? He’s a messenger, girl—a lucky dog with a phone, nothing more!” Her voice rose, edged with a fury that trembled in
Chapter 62: "Gary"
The Lancasters’ mansion glowed at nights. The LED landscape lights illuminate the exterior of the building. The swimming pool glowed like an ocean of led lights. Madam Ann sat by the pool, sipping her Aged Tequila Elixir. The world was beautiful, her life was beautiful. She was now working with the big dogs. She would have loved to say thanks to Gary, but her pride was way bigger than her sense of gratitude. As a matter of fact, Gary had said it himself; he was just a messenger. And really, what else could he be? A loser, a live-in son-in-law who could not afford to find a proper job to pay for his dying grandmother. It was clear: all Gary knew how to do best was be a loser and nothing more. So, Madam Ann could rest assured that Gary would not and never be a rival, or competition. But she would keep him, he seemed to have good luck, a lucky charm. Still, truth kept gnawing at the back of her proud mind. How? “Gary, how? What are you hiding? How could someone as powerful as Mr.
Chapter 61: "Some Wang Prince"
Lola let out a long, slow sigh, the kind that carried decades of weight, and eased back in her workchair, fingers drumming softly on the armrest. She took a sip of her coffee, the steam curling up around her silver hair, and fixed him with those sharp eyes, warm but tinged with something deeper—regret, maybe, or resolve. “Have you forgotten the reason, sweet boy?” she said, her tone gentle but teasing, like she was scolding him for losing his keys. “Or did Serena leave that part out?” Gary frowned, searching her face, the glow of her cheeks and the spark in her gaze, tightening his chest. “She told me some—said you kept me outta this mess to protect me, keep me grounded ‘til I could handle it. But I need it from you, Grandma. Why’d you let me think we were nothing when you had all this? Your husband is the fucking founder of the Wang Empire and…” “Language!” Granny cut in. Lola set her cup down, the soft clink of porcelain on the saucer filling the pause. She leaned forward a lit
Chapter 60: Grandma Lola
Leaving Titan Forge, Gary drove straight back home to his mansion. He smiled as he drove past the street lights. It was fun to see everyone squirm in fear of him after finding out he was some messenger. Madam Ann, a funny woman. What would she do when she and every other person found out that he was not just a messenger from the Wang Empire, but Master Wang himself. Soon, Gary got to his mansion. The mansion sat there, still, heavy, billions of dollars sitting firmly under the night sky. As soon as he got to the gate, it was automatically opened up for him as his biometrics was scanned from miles away. He was going to see his grandmother. She was discharged from Asclepius early that morning and according to Montague, she was better than ever. He stopped his old dirty car on the driveway when three men and two ladies all cloaked in black and white bowed to greet him and then, two of the men got into Gary’s car to drive it into the garage. “Dispose of that car,” he said. “I don’t
Chapter 59: Shock Them To The Bones
“To who? That guy?” everyone asked in shock—some in their minds, others in whispers. Felix, still on his knees, gaped, blood trickling down his chin. “What the…?” Gary slipped his phone back into his pocket, hands resting easy, like he hadn’t just flipped the world upside down. “No need to fix anything yet,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Just didn’t want my mom catching a slap she couldn’t handle. Tell your guy here to ease up—family stuff, you know?” Harrison straightened, nodding fast, his grizzled face a mix of relief and awe. “Of course, of course—Victor, you heard him! No slapping, no nothing unless he says!” He turned to Gary, lowering his voice, respectful but careful. “You’re the messenger, right? Whatever you need, Titan Forge’s got it. Just name it.” The crowd buzzed again, softer now, trying to figure out who Gary was. Messenger? From who? The Sun Group? Someone bigger? Gary didn’t answer; he just gave a small nod, keeping his cards close. He wasn’t Mr. Wang to them—n
Chapter 58: The Messenger's Shadow
Madame Ann had expected a hand to land hard across her face, a stinging mark to match the humiliation already pooling in her gut. She braced herself, eyes squeezing shut, her breath catching as Razor’s shadow loomed closer, his raised palm promising a lesson she wouldn’t forget. But the slap never came. Instead, a firm grip closed around Razor’s wrist, stopping his hand mid-air like a puppet snagged on its strings. The big man blinked, startled, his mean grin faltering as he turned to see who dared. It was Gary. Gary Wang—calm as a still pond, his eyes steady, not a flicker of fear in him despite the chaos he’d just waded into. His plain jacket hung loose, his sneakers scuffed, nothing about him screaming power—yet there he stood, holding Razor like it was nothing. Madam Ann’s eyes popped open, her jaw dropping as she stumbled back, clutching her chest. “Gary?!” she croaked, voice a mix of shock and leftover venom from spitting in his face earlier. “What the hell are you doing?”
Chapter 57: The Proud Peacock Falls II
The crowd shifted, murmurs bubbling up again, unsure now. Madam Ann, hovering behind Felix, clutched her purse tighter, her painted nails digging into the leather. Kage, still nursing his swollen cheek, peeked from the dirt, his shades long gone and eyes darting between Razor and Felix like a kid watching a storm brew. Gary stayed back, hands in his pockets, wiping the last of Madam Ann’s spit from his cheek with his sleeve, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Felix might’ve slapped Razor, but Razor wasn’t the type to snap easily—not yet. Felix straightened his suit, brushing off Razor’s words like lint, his grin creeping back. “Warning?” he said, voice dripping with that rich-boy swagger. “You don’t warn a Branstad, pal. You listen.” And with that, he reared back—slap!—another hit, lighter this time, more insult than force, like he was swatting a fly. Razor’s face didn’t move, but something dark flickered in his eyes, a shadow passing over still water. The crowd held its breath ag
Chapter 56: The Proud Peacock Falls I
Everyone had high hopes, and it seemed having Felix around was finally paying off. First of all, his entry alone shook the crowd. Who else could afford to drive an Aston Martin? The sleek beast purred up to the Titan Forge gate, silver paint gleaming like a middle finger to the broke folks gawking. Felix stepped out, all slick suit and smug grin, like he was still the governor’s golden boy. Gary stayed silent, watching the whole scene unfold from the edge of the crowd. Felix hadn’t seen him yet—the mysterious guy his dad had knelt to the night before, sweating and begging under dim lights. But Gary knew the truth: nobody gave a damn about Felix anymore. His dad’s governor gig was toast, all thanks to Felix’s proud peacock ass strutting too hard, pissing off the wrong people and trying to flirt with Evelyn. Gary grabbed Madam Ann’s hand, leaning in close, whispering loud enough to cut through the noise. “Mom, I’m sure you heard that guy. Victor Slade’s coming. Please, Mom, let’s lea
Chapter 55: Men Who Don't Play
Up on Titan Forge’s top floor, the boardroom smelled like old coffee and cigar stubs. Harrison Wolfe sat at the head of a long, scratched-up table, his gray hair thinning at the edges, a faint scar running down his jaw from some fight he’d never talk about. His eyes were tired but hard, like he’d seen too much and still didn’t blink. Victor Slade—folks called him Razor—sat to his right, leaning back in his chair, flipping a pocketknife open and shut with a soft click. Half a dozen other guys, upper echelons in the company—sat around, papers and maps spread out messy, their coffee cups half-empty. Harrison tapped a pen on the table, slow and steady. “We’re in a good spot,” he said, voice low, rough from years of yelling over construction sites. “Lancasters, Howards, Lockwods—they’re small potatoes. We push them out, take what’s theirs, and Master Wang’s gonna see we’re the ones who matter. Real partners, not just hired help.” Razor smirked, closing his knife with a snap. “Lancast
