On a bright morning, Benjamin strolled towards a small park not far from his house, seeking a moment of peace amidst the turmoil. The cheerful sound of birds chirping and the refreshing scent of blooming flowers filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension of recent events.As he entered the park, his eyes scanned the picturesque surroundings, taking in the vibrant colors and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was a tranquil scene, one that momentarily eased the weight on his shoulders. However, his attention was soon drawn to a black sedan parked calmly in the corner of the park, its presence incongruous in the otherwise idyllic setting.Benjamin approached the sedan with cautious curiosity, his mind already racing with possibilities. The car's tinted windows obscured its occupants, if there were any, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this seemingly innocuous vehicle might hold answers—or further complications—to the challeng
On the other side of the city, in a damp and dark alley, Dolan Xylon stood facing a person in a black cloak and mask. The dripping water from a leaky pipe was clearly audible in the silence. Dolan grinned slightly, handing over a suitcase to the cloaked figure."You must ensure Benjamin's life is ended," Dolan said in a cold tone.The Black Mask, as the person was known, nodded. "Don't worry, Dolan. My reputation for killing is beyond question."Dolan nodded, satisfied. "Good. Make sure no trace is left behind."Without saying more, The Black Mask turned and stepped into the darkness, disappearing completely into the shadows.Dolan turned, but was surprised to see his stepbrother, Dylan, standing there with a worried expression."Dolan, what are you doing?" Dylan asked tensely. "Why do you want to kill Benjamin? Father clearly warned us that killing is the last resort."Dolan grinned again, this time more cynically. "Father is old, Dylan. His mind is starting to falter. He doesn’t see
Dylan stared at Benjamin with a suspicious look, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand the motive behind Benjamin's actions. "So, what do you mean by all this?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. "Are you trying to bribe me with money to destroy my own family?" His tone was accusatory, laden with disbelief and a hint of anger, as he tried to piece together the true intention behind the unfolding chaos.Benjamin laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the concrete walls, creating an unsettling reverberation that heightened the tension in the room. "No, Dylan," he said, his voice dripping with irony. "I don't really want to destroy the Xylon family. You have to understand, the Xylon family has a vast and extensive network. If I decided to destroy that family, the people backing them would take up arms against me. It would be unnecessary chaos."He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "My goal isn't to bring about their downfall. Instead, I aim to expose the truth and let
Dylan fixed Benjamin with a sharp, probing gaze, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Despite his unease, he made a concerted effort to maintain his composure."What do you really want from me, Benjamin?" he demanded, his voice firm and unwavering. "I don't appreciate deceit, so be straightforward with me." His words held a hint of caution, a warning that he expected nothing less than complete honesty from Benjamin.Benjamin's smile tightened into a thin line before he clapped his hands once, a calculated gesture that broke the tension in the air. "This is the question I've been waiting to ask you," he responded evenly. "But it's not me who will answer your question. It's Lebron."With that cryptic statement hanging in the air, Benjamin turned slightly, indicating that someone else would provide the answers Dylan sought.From the dark corner of the interrogation room, Lebron emerged like a specter materializing from the shadows. Standing tall and muscular, he exuded an intimidating pres
When Dylan departed from the designated spot, escorted by the driver Lebron had assigned to him, Simon observed his absence and made his way over to Benjamin. The midnight air enveloped them in an eerie stillness, its chill permeating their surroundings and adding to the unsettled atmosphere. Each utterance between them took shape in wisps of white vapor that lingered in the frigid night air, as if the very words carried weight in the solemnity of their discussion.Simon regarded Benjamin with a serious and searching expression, his gaze unwavering as he delved into the depths of his friend's resolve. "Benjamin," he started quietly, the weight of his words hanging in the cool night air, "what were the pivotal factors that ultimately led you to choose to confront and resolve your ongoing conflict with your adversary?"Benjamin's enigmatic smile deepened, a glint of knowing in his eyes hinting at layers of concealed truths. "Simon," he began with a quiet intensity, "it is imperative to
As darkness descended upon the sprawling metropolis, Benjamin finally reached the comfort of his residence after a long and arduous journey. The unwavering rhythm of his footsteps reverberated through the narrow hallway, blending harmoniously with the distinctive, crisp scent that characterized the cold night air. With a gentle push, he opened the heavy wooden door, and was immediately embraced by the mouthwatering and inviting aroma of a delicious meal being prepared. Standing gracefully in the warmly lit kitchen, Valerie turned to face him, her face illuminated by a sweet and welcoming smile that exuded warmth and affection."Hi," Benjamin greeted, his face lighting up with an equally sweet and affectionate smile, mirroring the warmth and joy radiating from Valerie's expression.Valerie turned gracefully, their eyes locking for a brief, tender moment, before she returned her attention to the simmering pot in front of her. "Hi, Ben," she said, her voice soft and welcoming. "I'm almo
That morning, at the Xylon family residence, the rising sun began to cast its golden light across the large dining room, highlighting the luxurious furniture and classical paintings that adorned the walls. As was their custom, the Xylon family gathered together for breakfast and tea, the atmosphere filled with a sense of elegance and tradition. The soft clinking of china and the murmur of conversation added a comforting rhythm to the start of their day.Frederick, the head of the family, sat at the end of the long table, exuding an undeniable aura of authority. Beside him, Dolan sat confidently, his posture reflecting his self-assurance, while Dylan appeared more reserved, occasionally glancing at his father with uncertainty. The contrast between the brothers was stark, yet their shared respect for Frederick was evident in their demeanor.The breakfast was filled with warm conversations about the family business and the latest developments. Dolan, with a triumphant smile, began deliv
Frederick raised his hand, signaling Dylan to stop talking. The room fell silent instantly, with only the ticking of the wall clock breaking the stillness. Frederick turned to Dolan, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "Dolan," he said authoritatively, "I want you to take over the task I previously assigned to Dylan." Frederick voice brooked no argument, the decision clear and final. The shift in responsibility underscored Frederick's expectations and the urgency of their ongoing endeavors.Dolan raised his eyebrows, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face. "What task is that, Father?"Frederick took a deep breath, his expression grave as he began to explain. "We need a renowned artist to approach and seduce Benjamin. There are three things that can either lift a man from ruin or plunge him into it: wealth, power, and women." His words hung heavily in the air, emphasizing the strategic importance of this delicate task. "Your mission is to ensure that Benjamin is swayed,