By nightfall, every door was shut to the Odias. They no longer had a single ally left in the city. When they woke the next morning, the government arrived with soldiers to enforce the eviction order. The Odias begged, pleaded, and cried, clinging desperately to the pillars of their mansion as the guards dragged them out like criminals. “This is our home! You can’t do this!” Luther bellowed, gripping the marble doorway as soldiers pried him loose. “We built this empire!” Monica wailed, clawing at the ground. “You can’t just throw us out!” Rhea was hysterical. “Wait! Wait! Call Mr. Manchester! He’ll fix this! He’ll vouch for me! I’m his mistress!” The guards ignored her. One soldier sneered, “Get out quietly, or we’ll drag you out.” As they were forcibly pulled from the mansion, the skies opened, and rain poured down, drenching the once-proud family in cold water. The city they once thrived had turned its back on them. They were nobodies now. Just as the guards were shoving the Od
Adam relaxed in the backseat, the city lights of Almond faded behind him, reflecting off the windows of the sleek black car. Stacey, sitting in the driver’s seat, glanced at him through the rearview mirror.“Where to next, boss?” she asked, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.Adam leaned back, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced ease. His gaze was calm but sharp, like a predator already plotting his next move. “Storm City,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “It’s time to pay Viper a visit.”Stacey arched an eyebrow. “The Dead Skulls base? Wouldn't that be dangerous, we need to call back up.” Stacey suggested. Although she knew Adam was more than capable, she can't underestimate the Dead skull’s potential, they were ruthless warriors.Adam’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Not until I get what I came for—the amulet. Viper’s held onto it long enough. And no need for backups, we can take them in ourselves.”Stacey’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel. “You
Adam and Stacey were led through the dimly lit, smoky interior of the bar, past tables cluttered with illegal goods and men eyeing them with suspicion. The air smelled of cheap alcohol, sweat, and gun oil—this was Viper’s territory, and everything about it reeked of danger.At the far end of the bar, a door opened into a private pool room, illuminated by low, neon-blue lights. Viper lounged in the shallow end of the pool, two beautiful women clinging to his arms, their bodies draped in skimpy swimsuits. His devilish grin widened the moment Adam entered.“Well, well… If it isn’t the supreme general himself,” Viper drawled, his voice slithering with malice. He waved a hand lazily, dismissing the two women, who slipped out of the pool with sultry looks and disappeared into the shadows. Viper leaned back on the pool’s edge, his tattooed chest glistening with water.Stacey stood close to Adam, her hand casually resting on the hilt of her blade, eyes scanning the room for threats. Adam, as
Stacey moved like lightning beside him. Her blade flashed through the air, severing hands, slashing throats, and dodging bullets with deadly precision. She fought with the precision of an assassin—every movement calculated, every strike lethal.A mercenary lunged at her with a shotgun, but she was already in motion. She twisted low, slashing through his knees, and before he could scream, she drove her blade through his throat. Blood sprayed across the room, but Stacey remained calm, unflinching.---Adam, meanwhile, was just getting warmed up. A hulking brute rushed him with a spiked club, grinning savagely. Adam merely smirked, waiting until the last second. Then, with a flicker of movement too fast to track, Adam's palm shot out like a cannon.BOOM!The impact blasted the man off his feet, sending him crashing through several tables, splinters flying everywhere. He didn’t get back up.A second later, three men surrounded Adam, all armed with knives. They closed in, grinning—until Ad
With a sharp whistle, Viper signaled toward the shadows at the far end of the room. Three figures emerged, their presence immediately filling the air with an oppressive aura. These weren’t ordinary fighters. Their steps were heavy with purpose, and their eyes carried the weight of countless battles.“These,” Viper said, gesturing to the trio, “are the ones you should really worry about. You’ve dealt with the riffraff. Now meet my real enforcers.”The men stepped forward, their eyes glowing faintly with power.“The Red Fang Brothers,” Viper continued with a smug grin. “Cultivators. Mid-tier. Not the highest in the food chain, but high enough that you’re not walking out of here alive.”Adam's sharp gaze assessed them. He could sense it instantly—these weren’t amateurs. Their cultivation was leagues above the grunts he had dismantled earlier. Each man radiated power, the kind that came from years of ruthless training. This wouldn’t be an easy fight.Stacey shot Adam a look. “These guys..
The moment Adam’s scream tore through the air, the entire room trembled. A shockwave of pure energy erupted from him, sending cracks spidering across the walls and shattering nearby bottles and glass. The ground quaked under his feet, and every light in the bar flickered violently. The aura around Adam became dense, suffocating, as if the very air bent to his will.The Red Fang Brothers staggered, momentarily stunned by the sheer pressure of Adam’s unleashed power. Even Viper raised an eyebrow, his devilish grin faltering for the first time. This wasn’t just any warrior standing before them—this was the Supreme General, a god of battle in human form.Before he agreed to face the supreme general, the information he received was: the supreme general is weakened after his last battle.But this—this is not what weakness is. This was sheer strength of a god. If this was his weakened State, just how powerful would he be in his prime?Adam rolled his neck slowly, his fists glowing faintly as
Viper’s grin widened, his tone laced with venom. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, General. That amulet isn’t something you can control. Hand it over? I’d rather die.”Adam’s expression remained calm, but his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. “That can be arranged.”Viper’s grin didn’t falter. With the precision of a seasoned fighter, he sprang from his position, launching a series of rapid strikes toward Adam. His hands blurred as he aimed for pressure points, knowing well that a fight against the Supreme General was no ordinary battle.Adam sidestepped effortlessly, reading Viper’s movements like an open book. With a swift motion, Adam parried the attacks, blocking each strike with ease. Viper’s fist shot toward Adam’s face, but Adam caught it mid-air, twisting Viper’s arm behind him with a bone-crunching sound.Viper grunted in pain but pivoted, using the momentum to flip himself free and deliver a spinning kick aimed at Adam’s ribs. The impact was fierce, but Adam b
As the smoke cleared, Adam stepped outside the bar, the chaos of the battle still fresh in his mind. He took a moment to gather himself, breathing in the cool night air to clear his head. He needed to act quickly. Stacey was out there, and he wouldn’t rest until she was safe.Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number, waiting impatiently as the line rang. After a few moments, a familiar voice answered.“Supreme General, what’s the situation?”“Blitz, I need you and Hammer here now. I’ve got a situation.”“On our way. What’s going on?”“Viper took Stacey. I need you to track him down and find her.”“Consider it done. We’ll be there in minutes.”Adam hung up, his heart racing. He knew Blitz and Hammer were two of his best subordinates—veterans he had personally trained. They were relentless in their missions and would do whatever it took to complete them.A few minutes later, the sound of approaching motorcycles filled the air. Adam turned to see Blitz, a tall man with a sharp jaw and p
Back at the Armands mansion, tension hung in the air like a storm about to break. Tessa sat quietly in the grand living room, her face pale but resolute. Around her, the voices of her family swirled like an angry tide, each one cutting deeper than the last. She had started to think if this was really her family, not even her own parents supported her.“This has gone on long enough, Tessa!” Eleanor, her mother, snapped, slamming her hand on the armrest of her chair. “You need to divorce that man. He’s brought nothing but shame to this family!”Her father, Richard, nodded in agreement, his face stern. “Your mother’s right. Do you even realize the damage Adam has done? He’s tarnishing our reputation. You think we’ll stand for this?”Tessa clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “Adam hasn’t done anything wrong,” she said firmly. “He’s only defended himself because all of you refuse to respect him. Adam had saved me multiple times don’t you guys always see the good side of h
Meanwhile at a secluded office, Adam, Arin and Stacey were spotted. Arin leaned over a wooden desk, a tablet in his hand, displaying footage that made even Adam’s seasoned demeanor falter. Stacey stood by the window, her arms crossed, watching Adam with concern as he processed the gravity of the situation. The footage on the screen was harrowing—masked figures storming the presidential villa, chaos erupting as explosions lit up the night. Bodies of fallen special forces littered the ground. The insignia of the Cross-blood organization was unmistakable, splashed in blood-red across the screen. “They’re not just back,” Arin said, his voice steady but grim. “They’re stronger, more organized, and deadlier than ever before. We’ve lost too many men already.” Adam sat silently, his fingers steepled under his chin, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He had planned to focus on finding the last amulet, to finally bring peace to himself and Tessa. After that, he wanted nothing more
The Armands family mansion was eerily quiet, the remnants of the extravagant birthday party lingering in the air. Despite the silence, tension brewed like a storm. Gerald slammed his hand on the dining table, his face red with fury. “That good-for-nothing man!” he roared. “He seems to bring bad luck wherever he goes. He ruined my birthday!” Brenda, standing near the fireplace, crossed her arms and chimed in, her tone sharp. “And it’s all Tessa’s fault. If she’d just divorced him like we told her, none of this would be happening. We wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment he keeps bringing to this family.” Tessa, sitting on the far side of the room, clenched her fists. She had been silent through most of the evening, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. “This has nothing to do with Adam,” she said firmly, her voice steady. “It’s not his fault for defending himself when you all constantly try to belittle him.” Brenda spun around, her eyes blazing. “How dare you talk back to me?”
“Adam, where are you going?” Tessa asked, her voice tinged with worry as she rushed to his side. Adam turned his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. It was rare to see Tessa show such concern for him, and though the moment was fleeting, he found it endearing. “Don’t worry, Tessa,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen. No one can harm me.” “But what if—” He raised a hand to cut her off gently. “Arin is a friend,” he assured her. “Trust me on this.” Tessa frowned, her arms crossing defensively. She wasn’t convinced. A General showing up unannounced, causing such a stir, and then requesting Adam specifically? It didn’t sit right with her. Stacey stepped forward to assist, placing her hands on the wheelchair handles. “I’ll make sure he’s safe, Mrs. Tessa,” Stacey said reassuringly. Without waiting for another word, Adam allowed Stacey to wheel him toward the convoy waiting outside. The line of black SUVs stretched down the street, t
Brian struggled to his feet, his face a mix of pain and humiliation. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining his expensive suit. Wendy knelt beside him, her eyes darting between him and Arin. She hesitated, but her anger boiled over. “Adam, you think you’re untouchable just because this General is siding with you?” Wendy spat, her voice shaking. “Mark my words, the Diamond family won’t let this slide!” Adam smirked, his expression calm yet taunting. “Wendy, you should focus on helping your boyfriend before you start making threats you can’t back up.” Wendy said with disdain. "Shut up Adam!" She the. turned over to Arin. "Mr. Vex. You shouldn't be listening to him, Brain is the son on the Diamond family, he's better than this cripple —" Arin’s gaze shifted to Wendy, his face cold and unreadable. The tension in the room grew unbearable as he took a deliberate step forward. He didn't waste time in giving her a dirty slap, she collapsed on the ground her tooth flying over. "Y'all didn'
The crowd was stunned into silence as Arin’s words echoed through the hall. “He came for Adam? What?” someone whispered, their voice filled with disbelief. Another added, “That troublemaker must have done something to offend him. This time, he’s doomed for sure.” Gerald, his face twisted in anger and panic, pointed a shaking finger at Adam. “What have you done now, you punk!? Are you trying to bring disaster upon us?” Adam leaned back in his wheelchair, his expression as calm as ever. He chuckled softly, further infuriating Gerald. “Relax, Gerald. You’re overthinking this.” Tessa, however, was a nervous wreck. Kneeling on the floor, her trembling hands clasped together in a desperate plea, she turned to General Vex. “Please, General, I apologize on behalf of my husband. Whatever he’s done, I beg you to spare him. He meant no harm.” Arin, standing tall and imposing, raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why was everyone acting like this? He had already been briefed on Adam’s decision to
Suddenly, a commotion rippled through the crowd. “General Arin Vex is here!” someone shouted. Gasps of shock echoed across the room. Even Adam raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, and Stacey’s face turned pale. What was General Arin Vex doing in Storm City? General Arin Vex was one of the four Generals of Coastal Flair, a man whose presence alone commanded attention and respect. Known as the most powerful figure alive after the Supreme General and the other three Generals, his reputation was legendary. Few had ever seen him in person, and even fewer dared to approach him. The buzz in the hall grew louder as a massive convoy rolled up outside. Hundreds of soldiers stepped out of their individual vehicles, forming an impenetrable wall of security. At the center of it all was a black SUV, guarded by four imposing men. They moved in perfect sync, each opening a door to reveal the vehicle’s sole occupant. A man stepped out, tall and imposing, his very presence exuding authority. He lo
“I’ll take it then,” Reeves said, his expression lighting up with satisfaction. In fact, he looked almost gleeful as he turned to the staff and asked, “How do you feel after I’ve bought your dog for five million?”“Mr. Reeves, are you serious?” the staff member stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.Reeves nodded confidently and wrote a check for five million dollars right away. When the staff took the check from his hand, she still seemed stunned, unable to process what was happening.Clement was so elated that he turned to Stacey and said, “Ms. Gold, can you do me a favor? Tell your hotel staff to have the dog killed and retrieve the pill from its stomach.”Stacey hesitated for a moment but then nodded. She quickly called two hotel employees over to take the pug away.It was only then that everyone in the room seemed to grasp what was going on. The initial fight between Clinton and Reeves over the dog hadn’t been about the animal at all. Instead, it was about the pill the pug had
Clinton looked utterly heartbroken, his shoulders sagging as disappointment swept over his face. Stacey, standing nearby, mirrored his dismay, her lips pressed into a thin line.“Ms. Gold, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Reeves—what are you doing?” Gerald asked, his confusion evident.Clinton sighed deeply, his expression darkening. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his eyes lit up with urgency. He turned toward the pug sitting innocently nearby and pointed at it. “Whose dog is this?”A staff member hesitantly stepped forward, her face pale with nervousness. “It’s mine, sir. I… I’m terribly sorry for bringing him here. It was unprofessional of me.”Stacey shot her a sharp look but quickly softened her tone. “Let this be the only time. Don’t let it happen again.”“Yes, Ms. Gold. Thank you!” The staff member bowed repeatedly in relief, but just as she began to leave with the pug, Clinton raised his voice.“Wait! Hold on!” he called out urgently.The staff froze mid-step, her heart racing. “Y