Philip’s face contorted in frustration, but the presence of another witness threw him off. He lowered the gun slightly, glancing between Stacey and Adam. “Who the hell are you?”Stacey smiled faintly. “Someone you don’t want to mess with.”Adam tilted his head, amused. “Perfect timing.”Stacey gave a small nod toward Adam. “Lord Adam. Let’s get out of here. You’ve wasted enough time on these fools.”Philip scowled, his grip tightening on the gun again. “I don’t think so. He’s coming with me.”Stacey’s expression didn’t change. “I suggest you rethink that.” Her tone was smooth, almost too polite, but the warning beneath it was unmistakable.---Stacey reached into her jacket and calmly pulled out a sleek black ID card, flipping it open for Philip to see.Philip's heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned the insignia. It was the mark of the Supreme General’s office. His blood ran cold as he realized what that meant. The elegant woman standing before him was the assistant to the most pow
Stacey brought a mixture of milk and honey, slowly pouring it into Philip’s mouth. He struggled, choking on the sweet liquid, but they forced him to swallow it. His stomach churned with the mixture, and soon it dripped from his mouth, coating his body in a sticky mess.The honey attracted flies, beetles, and other insects from the forest, which began to crawl across his skin. They clustered at his mouth, eyes, and nose, eager for the sugary coating on his body.---Hours passed, and the real torment began.Philip groaned, his body bloated from the milk and honey mixture, his bowels betraying him. He was left to lie in his own filth, unable to move. The stench of excrement mixed with the honey, attracting even more insects. Flies and maggots burrowed into his flesh, feeding on his decaying skin.As the hours stretched into days, the insects began to crawl into his eyes, nostrils, and ears. Philip screamed in agony, but no one came to help. His cries only served to attract more scavenge
It didn’t take long before the police discovered his body. News of Philip's gruesome death spread rapidly throughout the city, creating waves of fear and speculation.No one knew how he had died, except for the chilling letter left on his corpse. The message was simple but terrifying: "Punished by the Supreme General."In the law of Coastal Flair, offending the Supreme General was the greatest crime, and punishment was absolute.---The Odias saw the news, and terror gripped them. Mr. Luther, Monica, Rhea, and Robin exchanged uneasy glances. Why would the Supreme General get involved?Though unsettled by Philip’s death, they still clung to one hope—that Adam would be rotting in jail before anything worse could happen.---Several days passed. Adam was sitting in the luxury of his penthouse when Mr. White entered, holding a letter.“This just arrived, sir,” Mr. White said, handing it to Adam. "It's from Doctor Norman Hemsworth."Adam’s eyes narrowed as he read the letter. The name stir
As Adam walked deeper into the hall, the crowd grew quiet, their whispers loud enough to feel like static. Everyone watched him with scorn and disbelief. They knew Adam’s reputation—a former prisoner, a disgrace.Suddenly, Dr. Norman Hemsworth stormed over, his face twisted in fury.“You!” Norman spat. “What do you think you’re doing here?”Adam gave a sly smirk. “I thought it was obvious. I’m here for the party.”Norman’s voice sharpened. “I didn’t invite you. Get out, now.”Adam raised an eyebrow, playing with the edge of his suit sleeve. “Actually… you did.”Norman scowled, confused. “What nonsense is this?”Adam smiled coldly. “You invited Mr. Manchester to your big celebration. Here I am.”Norman’s jaw dropped as the realization hit him. “You? You’re Mr. Manchester? How dare you impersonate my honored guest?”The Odias froze for a second, shocked. Then Racheal scoffed, “How dare a guy like you claim to be Mr. Manchester, do you have a death wish?.”Monica sneered, stepping forwar
Robin’s grin vanished. “What the...?”The remaining guards hesitated, glancing at each other, unsure of what just happened.Damian barked, “Get him! All of you!”Two guards rushed at once, but Adam spun, landing a kick that sent one sprawling and a punch that floored the other.Within seconds, all seven guards were writhing on the floor, groaning in pain.---Silence fell over the hall. The guests were frozen, staring at the scene in disbelief. No one had expected this.Racheal’s mouth hung open. “What… how did...?”Robin stumbled back, his face pale. “That’s impossible…”Monica clutched Mr. Luther’s arm. “He... he took down all of them?”---Adam calmly sat back down, picked up his wine glass, and took another sip.He looked at Damian, who stood frozen with fear. “Any more guards?”Damian stammered, “You…bastard!”Adam smirked. “Thought so.”Robin clenched his fists. “You’ll pay for this.”Adam chuckled. “I think I’ve already paid. Remember?”The Odias stood there, seething with rage
Norman was seething, his face red with fury. "You think you’re untouchable? You think you can just walk in here and do whatever you want?"Adam sipped his wine, unbothered. "That’s exactly what I’m doing."Norman’s hand clenched around his phone, veins pulsing at his temple. "Let’s see how smug you are after this."Rhea frowned, stepping forward slightly. "Mr. Norman, what are you doing?"Norman sneered, his lips curling. "I’m calling the one man even this scum won’t dare to cross."Monica’s face lit up with wicked glee, her eyes sparkling. "Who is it?"Norman pressed a few buttons and brought the phone to his ear, his expression full of twisted triumph. "The Destroyer."---The room buzzed with fear, whispers rippling through the crowd."The Destroyer?" someone muttered in disbelief. "He’s really calling him?""We’re about to see this fool get torn to pieces," Robin said, his grin growing wider by the second.Racheal crossed her arms, glaring at Adam like he was already six feet unde
The Destroyer cracked his neck, a predatory grin spreading across his scarred face. "You must be the idiot everyone’s talking about."Adam didn’t flinch, his eyes steady and unwavering. "And you must be the circus act they sent to entertain me."A ripple of shock went through the crowd, Robin letting out a nervous chuckle. "He’s insane."Monica’s jaw dropped. "Does he have a death wish?"---The Destroyer’s grin vanished, replaced by a hard scowl. "You think you’re funny?"Adam’s smile never wavered. "I know I am."Norman hissed from the side, "You’re a dead man, Adam. You just don’t know it yet."Adam leaned back and stretched his arms, completely at ease. "That’s the thing about you amateurs. Always in a rush to make threats."The Destroyer’s fists clenched, his knuckles cracking ominously. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Too bad they’ll be all over the floor soon."Adam raised his glass in mock toast. "Good luck with that."The Destroyer’s men tensed, waiting for the order to
The Destroyer remained on his knees, head bowed, his pride shattered beyond repair. His men stood frozen, unsure whether to move or wait for a command that would never come.The guests, once eager to witness Adam’s downfall, now stared in stunned silence. What they had expected to be a slaughter had turned into a humbling spectacle.Robin whispered under his breath, as if afraid to be heard. “This... this wasn’t supposed to happen...”Monica, still in shock, shook her head. “He was supposed to die…”Adam dusted off his suit, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with elites who had been sneering at him earlier. His smirk deepened, and he set his wine glass down.Adam’s voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight. “Kneel.”The guests stared at him, stunned.Robin sneered. “You think you can make us kneel?”Norman scowled. “This isn’t your house, you arrogant punk.”Monica folded her arms. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’d kneel to you.”Adam didn’t flinch. His eyes flick