Vincent, with sharp thinking and a vigilant demeanor, gave instructions to his subordinates in an abandoned warehouse.“Make sure to keep monitoring Elena’s movements,” Vincent said with a serious tone. “I want to know where she goes and who she interacts with, especially if she meets someone suspicious.”Vincent’s subordinates nodded and promptly left the room to carry out their task.***Meanwhile, Elena, after a long day at school, decided to take a walk in the city park to unwind. The fresh evening air and the scent of flowers in the park provided the tranquility she needed. Unbeknownst to her, surveillance had begun. Vincent’s subordinates carefully followed Elena’s every step, ensuring she was not missed.A few days later, Elena decided to meet Clark at the café where they usually met. They often chose this place because of its comfortable and relaxed atmosphere, which allowed them to talk freely. The café was located in a quiet area, away from the city’s hustle and bustle.As E
After receiving the report from his subordinates, Vincent sat in his chair with clenched fists, his eyes narrowing in anger. The report detailed that Elena, whom he had trusted, had secretly met with Clark, someone who had always been suspicious to him. Feelings of anger and betrayal began to consume his thoughts.With a swift and decisive movement, Vincent stood up from his chair, kicking the table in front of him as an outlet for his rage. The table shifted several inches, and his subordinates in the room held their breath, knowing that things were about to get heated."Gather everyone at the headquarters immediately!" Vincent shouted, his voice echoing in the room. "I want them here within fifteen minutes, regardless of where they are or what they are doing!"His subordinates, accustomed to Vincent’s emotional outbursts, wasted no time. They quickly picked up their phones, sending messages and making calls to all gang members, instructing them to assemble at the headquarters as soo
Clark walked slowly into the deserted construction site, his steps halting as he noticed a group of people already gathered. The unfinished buildings loomed tall around him, casting dark shadows under the setting sun. A cold breeze began to creep in, intensifying the ominous atmosphere.He recognized a few faces among them, schoolmates he often saw in the halls or in class. But today, their gazes were different—cold, filled with malicious intent. Clark knew this was no coincidence. Vincent must be behind all this.Ten people stood in a semicircle formation, surrounding Clark with an intimidating stance. They appeared calm, but Clark could feel the tension in the air. One of them, a muscular young man with a face notorious for causing trouble at school, stepped forward."So, Clark," the young man’s voice was heavy and mocking, "Vincent wants us to deliver a message to you."Clark stared at the young man calmly, even though he knew the situation was unfavorable. "And what’s the message?
After a tough but successful fight, Clark returned to Alex's house, his body slightly tired but feeling relieved. His mind was spinning with thoughts about the previous events and plans for the future, especially after the threats from Vincent and his group.When Clark arrived at Alex's house, he was greeted by a tense atmosphere. Alex, who was sitting in the living room, looked serious and a bit anxious. Clark felt uneasy with this change in mood."Clark," Alex called out to him, a little hesitantly. "There’s something I need to tell you."Clark nodded, though he was tired, he was still listening. "What is it, Alex?"Alex wet his dry throat, then spoke, "My mom is coming home today, Clark. I'm worried she’ll be mad at me if she finds out I let you stay here without asking for her permission."Clark tried to process this information. "But where am I supposed to go? I don't have anywhere else to stay right now."Alex looked concerned. This wasn't what he wanted either. "I'm sorry, Clar
Clark walked out of the building where he had tried to apply for a job, feeling a deepening sense of frustration. He had gone through the interview process fairly well—or at least that’s what he thought—but everything fell apart when he was asked to show his ID. Clark froze for a moment, realizing that he still didn’t have a valid official ID, and all the plans he had made to get a job seemed to crumble in an instant.As he walked away from the building, Clark’s mind drifted back to his early days in school when Alex had helped him get in with a fake identity. At that time, Alex used his connections to arrange everything easily. Clark was very grateful for that help, but now, without Alex by his side, he felt completely alone and confused.Clark stood on the sidewalk, staring at the traffic passing by in front of him. He didn’t know what to do. Without a valid ID, there was almost no chance for him to get a job or live a normal life. Frustration overwhelmed him as he pondered how diff
In Julian's luxurious office, the atmosphere was filled with energy and positive vibes. The room was decorated with a modern and elegant touch, complete with luxurious furniture and cutting-edge technology. In one corner of the room, there was a large desk covered with important reports, graphs, and various other documents. Julian, seemingly very satisfied, stood in front of the desk while looking at the computer screen displaying the latest test results.With a wide smile on his face, Julian saw the results he had been waiting for all this time. The drug developed by his team had finally shown significant success. The latest trial results demonstrated the drug's effectiveness far exceeding their initial expectations. This was a major achievement that would not only strengthen his position in the market but also open new opportunities in the world of pharmaceutical research and development.Julian picked up his phone and called one of his subordinates, a man with an unusual ability fo
In his bedroom, Alex woke up with a sense of unease. Something was bothering him, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. His heart felt heavy, as if something bad was happening. He tried to ignore the feeling, but it continued to haunt him.His phone, lying next to the bed, suddenly vibrated. He reached for it, his eyes still half-closed, thinking it might just be a regular message from a friend or a random notification. However, when he saw the screen, his name appeared—a number he didn’t recognize.“What’s this?” Alex thought for a moment, hesitating whether to answer the call or not. But the uneasy feeling grew stronger, and he finally decided to pick up.“Hello?” Alex’s voice was hoarse from just waking up.“Is this Alex?” The voice on the other end sounded serious, making Alex more alert.“Yes, this is me. Who’s this?” Alex asked, suddenly feeling tense.“This is from Central Hospital,” the voice responded, with a tone that was firm yet filled with sympathy. “We regret to infor
In a vast and majestic room, Julian sat calmly behind a large desk made of expensive mahogany wood. The room was silent, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning breaking the stillness. But the calm was deceptive—there was a dark aura enveloping the room, something that made everyone who entered feel anxious and uneasy.Julian, with his upright posture and authoritative face, stared at the monitor in front of him. On the screen were surveillance images showing Dr. Elena going about her activities, up until the tragic moment before the accident that claimed her life. Julian showed no emotion as he watched the images; his face remained calm, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes that hinted at the cruelty hidden beneath his composed demeanor.A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Julian turned his head, and without saying a word, he signaled for the person outside to enter. The door opened, and a burly man with a hardened face stepped inside. He was one of Julian’s loyal su