Even while Robert was looking at the explosive environment inside Hunting Garden Pub, he expected that just an authoritative command from him would be enough to restore order. After all, there wasn't anything in this world which couldn't be silenced with a single command from him.In fact, he should be characterized as the leader of this city now– it made perfect sense, since there was nothing in this city that was happening against his wish.Then how could these lowly men, whom he himself paid, go beyond his command? Although he was sure about this, his senses were being assaulted by the noise of the racket, while the smell of spilled alcohol was hanging in the air as the pub had turned into a battleground. Still, he tried to move towards the center of the floor, escorted by the staff. With every step he took, the volume of the uproar increased and the loud yells mingled as Robert approached the heart of the turmoil.And this was enough to fuel his anger, how could this unprofessi
Already, the chaos inside the bar was on the rise, and Robert's presence only seemed to fan the flames of rebellion among his men. With an enlightened expression on his face, Robert continued;"Why, don't you agree? My agenda was always to reward the better player, and that's why, I have always encouraged a healthy competition between the two rackets.After all, one has to be the winner for the sake of victory, right? This is obviously how our world works, have you ever heard of the winner and the runner up getting the same reward?"He scoffed, while the men were listening to him with all their attention focused on his words;"Today, you are standing in front of me, demanding to know why I never disclosed that I owned both the factions of this city's drug network. But have you ever questioned the God you worship?""God? What the hell does God have to do with this?" One of the men shouted."Well, you all are God's creations, right? Then why haven't you ever asked him, why some lucky o
It was Dominic once again, whose eyes were blazing with anger as he roared out the name of someone he used to consider his idol. But right now, the man who had fallen to the ground was one of his friends, who had been mobbed and killed just because Robert Wendell wanted to make it a sport and see which faction would be capable of killing more men!Seeing his dear die for a worthless cause filled him with rage, and on top of that, he could see that Robert actually didn't give a shit about how the situation was going out of control, or that his own men were killing each other.No, he was standing and watching all this drama like a ring leader at a circus, with a smug smile on his face. Dominic's anger flared further, making him fearless enough to confront Robert once again as he shouted;"Yes, you! Robert Wendell, I am talking to you! You are crazy enough to call yourself our living God, but I never thought that you would get so drunk on your power! You actually think that you have t
Jack's POV:As I watched Mortimer squirm in his chair, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. I had expected that the method to extract information out of him would be simple, but I didn't think it would be that simple! It was astonishing how quickly he spilled everything after a just a little meeting my associates. Anyway, with that obstacle out of the way, I now had two crucial tasks ahead of me. Firstly, I knew that both factions of the drug cartel in the city were under the control of Robert Wendell. This information alone was worth its weight in gold, and it was all thanks to Toby. Toby had also told me that a lot of agents from Scavenger frequented his bar, and some of them were clients' of Robert as well. And now, Mortimer's answer had provided me with the key to releasing uncontrollable chaos in the capital of Robert's empire. I could strike at the very heart of his operation, hence crippling all his influence in the city. Of course, there were still risks
Jack's POV:I was observing Dominic's face closely for his reaction, and I noticed the sudden shift in demeanor as his expression morphed into one of shock and suspicion in front of my eyes. His voice laced with aggression as he asked;"What the fuck did you just say? What does our Boss have to do with Ravens? They are the scum of the earth! Our rivals, and those fuckers keep looking for ways to mess with us!"I fake an air of innocence, pretending to be confused as I respond. "Rivals? I just thought it was just a tough competition between the two factions, to please Robert and get his approval. But it looks like you are confused about something–"Before I could even finish my sentence, Dominic lunged forward, grabbing the collar of my jacket roughly, and backing me against the wall. His grip was tight, his voice dripping with menace as he demanded;"Who sent you, and why the fuck are you lying to me, huh?"I struggled against his hold, attempting to maintain my composure as I repli
As Jack approached his mansion, a sense of triumph washed over him. He walked with a lightness in his step, knowing that Robert Wendell was finally dead and the weight of that burden could finally be lifted from his shoulders. The police would soon arrive at the Hunting Garden Pub to investigate the murder, but Jack had no fear of being implicated. He had planned everything carefully and left behind enough evidence to ensure that they would end up uncovering Robert's true identity as the drug overlord.Whether or not the Ravens and the Venom would be exposed was now out of his hands; it was up to them to handle the fallout. But at least, he had shown the true face of the man who had tried to frame him and ruin his life… Despite his satisfaction with the night's events, Jack remained vigilant as he approached his mansion. He took all the appropriate precautions, scanning the perimeter for any potential threats before entering the safety of his home. As he stepped into the main hall,
Jack quickly tried to correct Amy, and steered the conversation in another direction. "No, not that," he said, rubbing the nape of his neck with one hand. After taking a few seconds to regroup himself, he said with a smile;"I'm just saying that, you don't have to worry about anything anymore, as–"Once again, Amy jumped the gun and started to speak, with her gratitude shining in her eyes;"Yeah, that's for sure! And it's all thanks to you that I have a place to live, and everyone is so nice!And don't worry, Mr. Turner! I'm getting along great with the girls, especially little Dottie! Although I don't wanna get too far ahead of myself. My internship is also running smoothly, so indeed, I don't have any tension–"By now, Jack was a little irked about how she is still not getting it, and the joyful mood in which he had originally wanted to tell her about his mission, had evaporated by now.With a deep exhale, he managed his rising frustration before saying;"No, not that! I mean, the
Jack's mind was running at the fastest speed it could manage after just ten minutes of him getting out of bed, in order to solve this mystery. Even though he was still feeling a bit groggy, he followed the captivating aroma wafting through the house. His mother was definitely a good cook, but her declining health, along with her injury just weeks ago, meant she was no longer capable of preparing such elaborate meals whose aroma was teasing his senses. Thanks to the delicious smell, his mind drifted back to cherished memories of his childhood. He remembered waking up to the smell of freshly made waffles and pancakes, lovingly prepared by his mother. The memory filled him with warmth and nostalgia, reminding him of simpler times when his biggest worry was finishing his homework before school. He recalled sitting at the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting his breakfast, while his mother bustled about the kitchen, humming a tune to herself. It was as if the golden- brown waffles and fluf