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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
Adam sat at the bar, swirling the drink in his glass. The thought of Stacey missing ate at him, twisting his insides. His grip tightened around the glass until the bartender shot a nervous glance his way, but Adam didn’t care.He knocked back the drink in one gulp and tapped the glass on the counter. “Another.”The bartender didn’t hesitate, refilling it without a word. The man could sense trouble and knew better than to ask questions.Adam stared at the drink, frustration boiling under the surface. He had the amulet, but it felt useless without Stacey. His mind kept flashing back to Viper’s smug face and how easily they had distracted him. He slammed his fist on the counter, making the bottles on the shelves rattle."Easy, man," the bartender muttered cautiously.Adam shot him a glare that shut him up.He lifted the glass to his lips but didn’t drink. He was furious at himself. He should have known better—Viper played him like a fool, and now Stacey was gone.Just then Adam felt he w
“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
“Enough with the nonsense. You just got lucky with your guess. Don’t think you’re all that,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. Despite his dismissive tone, his fidgeting fingers betrayed his growing panic. David, sensing the tension, stepped forward with a scoff. “Even if Mr. Diamond’s painting is fake, it doesn’t change anything. He was deceived! He spent over ten million dollars on it—that’s worth far more than whatever trash you’re calling a gift.” Adam chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Trash, you say? You’re calling the pill trash?” David snatched the small bottle from Adam’s hand, shaking it aggressively before pouring out a single black pill into his palm. “Look at this!” David held it up for everyone to see. “Who in their right mind would dare eat something like this? It’s nothing but a scam!” “Dad, look at this nonsense,” he added, handing the pill to Gerald. “Why should I waste my time looking at trash?” Gerald replied coldly, his face twisting in disgust as he
Stacey quickly understood Adam's intention and turned to an elderly man seated not far away. “Mr. Spark, you’re an expert in paintings. Could you help us authenticate this piece?”The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Charles Spark. Known as a renowned art expert, his opinion carried significant weight.One guest chimed in, “Mr. Charles Spark is a leading authority in the art world. If anyone can authenticate this painting, it’s him.”Another nodded in agreement. “But do we even need to go that far? Mr. Diamond wouldn’t dare gift a fake painting. He has a reputation to uphold!”“Exactly,” someone else added. “Ten million dollars is nothing to someone like him. Why would he risk his name over a counterfeit?”The murmurs of agreement spread through the room. Brian, however, felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple. His confidence wavered as he realized the scrutiny was about to intensify.Feigning nonchalance, Brian scoffed, “Authenticate it? That’s rich. But the painting has alr
Brian sneered with an air of superiority. “Well, brat, did you notice anything? Or are you just bluffing again?” Adam didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a playful smile danced across his lips as he picked up a glass of water from the table. He swirled the water in his mouth, as if savoring it, but he didn’t swallow. In a sudden, unexpected move, Adam sprayed the water directly onto the painting. “What are you doing?!” “How dare you?!” The room erupted in chaos. Wendy’s face turned beet red as she jumped to her feet, her finger shaking as she pointed at Adam. Brian was equally furious, his fists clenched tightly. Even Brenda, Gerald, and several other guests stared at Adam in disbelief. “You lunatic!” Wendy’s voice trembled with rage. “That painting is worth millions! How dare you destroy it? You must pay for this, or I swear you won’t leave here alive!” Tessa’s expression shifted from shock to anger as she shouted, “Adam, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” She gr
“Adam, I’m begging you. Please, just stop spreading these rumors.” Tessa’s voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief, her gaze fixed on Adam with evident disappointment.She had always thought Adam had a tendency to boast, but this was different. This wasn’t mere exaggeration; it was crossing a line. Her chest tightened as the reality sank in—she was beginning to lose faith in him.Adam, however, remained calm. His sharp gaze locked onto Brian as he asked, “If you’re so confident it’s not a fake, would you allow me to inspect it?”Wendy, unable to hide her irritation, scoffed. “Inspect it? Do you even hear yourself? That painting is worth millions! How dare someone like you even think of inspecting it?”“Exactly!” Brenda chimed in, her arms crossed in disdain. “You have no right to touch something that valuable. If you so much as leave a smudge on it, you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your life!”Brian smirked arrogantly, adjusting his pristine designer watch as he
Gerald’s expression darkened further, his patience wearing thin. If it weren’t for Adam’s association with Stacey, he might have lashed out already. He clenched his fists, suppressing his growing annoyance.Meanwhile, Brian, oblivious to Gerald’s restraint, sneered disdainfully. “How shameless can you be? Offering this junk as a gift? It’s downright embarrassing.”“He’s absolutely right,” Wendy chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. She rolled her eyes dramatically and added, “Just look at Mr. Diamond. His gift is worth millions, while yours is nothing but a worthless trinket.”Adam let out a quiet chuckle, his smirk widening. “I’ve been holding back, trying to ignore the two of you. But you’ve pushed me too far. Since you seem so eager, I have no choice but to expose the truth.”The sudden shift in his tone caught the room’s attention. Brian and Wendy exchanged uneasy glances but quickly masked their unease with indignation.“Expose us? You?” Wendy scoffed, crossing her arms. “W
“What? How dare you curse me?” Gerald’s voice thundered through the hall, his expression darkening with fury.“I’ve told you before—he’s nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Do you believe me now, Grandpa?” Brenda sneered, seizing the opportunity to pile on the insults.“How dare you curse Grandpa? Apologize to him immediately!” Richard roared, his face contorted with anger.“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor shouted at Adam, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you want to drag us all down with your reckless behavior? Apologize now!”Their frustration was palpable. Despite their disdain for Adam, he was still tied to their family through marriage. If Gerald's anger boiled over, it would spell disaster for everyone associated with him.“Adam, you’ve crossed the line this time! Apologize to Grandpa right away,” Tessa demanded, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.The crowd, sensing the mounting tension, erupted into a chorus of condemnation.“What kind of son-in-law dares to curs
After all, Bulgart Industry was the leading company in the world. Compared to them, the Diamond family was insignificant. Moreover, the Supreme General’s terrifying underworld organizations was not something the Diamond family would dare to provoke.By now, most of the guests had arrived, and the banquet was about to begin. But before the festivities could commence, an important tradition took center stage—the gift-giving ceremony.Henry was the first to stand, holding an exquisite vase in his hands. He stepped forward confidently and addressed Gerald. “Grandpa, this antique vase cost me eight million dollars. I hope it brings you joy and prosperity on your birthday.”The crowd murmured in approval, nodding at the sight of the lavish gift. Gerald smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Henry’s gesture.“What a thoughtful gift,” someone whispered.Next, Brian rose with a proud smile, presenting a rolled-up painting carefully encased in protective wrapping. He handed it to Gerald with a sli