On a busy street corner, Carson sat on an old wooden bench. In front of him, the chessboard was spread out with great tension. This street was quite crowded today, mainly because of the chess game that attracted attention. Someone never lost and was arrogant. People gathered there to watch that person fail.Several people had tried and were always defeated. The man's arrogance was getting higher and higher. He even went as far as mocking everyone there as 'fools'. That annoyed people even more, but no one dared to come forward because they didn't trust him.Suddenly, someone raised his hand and sat on the chair. That person was Carson, and now Carson would fight intelligence through street chess. That instant, all hopes were on Carson to slap the man's face in defeat.The man had dishevelled hair and was dressed in shabby clothes, looking very confident. He was a local chess player known for his disdain for others. In contrast, with his calm gaze and peaceful face, Carson looked as if
"Checkmate," Cason said firmly.The crowd began to cheer. Some people started cheering Carson with admiration. The sense of satisfaction within them overflowed. This was what they had been waiting for. The opponent stood with a flushed face, disappointed and in disbelief. He thought for a long time that this was his first defeat here."Impossible. How can that be?" he complained.Carson, with a satisfied smile on his face, addressed the applauding crowd. "Sometimes, in a game like this, not everything that seems obvious is the truth. Looking foolish and losing will make you win in the end."The man stared in surprise at Carson. He felt Carson was not that genius and smart, from his posture. Carson looked like a handsome, muscular man who had no brains. Expectations are very different from reality because Carson is actually a genius. He was a general, and strategising was common in his life.After a tense chess match ended. Tense at the beginning because Carson deliberately looked los
Carson continued his steps, observing the crowds on the streets. Several street games caught his attention, but none made him feel the need to get involved, like the chess game he had previously played."It's interesting here, too. So crowded and neat," Carson muttered to himself. He felt comfortable and entertained, seeing how everything was neatly organised. Usually, he had to deal with impolite people who did not hesitate to bump into him on the road. However, this time, everything seemed different.It had only been a few seconds, Carson thought. A few seconds later, a young man suddenly ran without paying attention to his surroundings and hit Carson hard. Carson almost staggered but tried to stay on his feet. The young man continued to run without changing his pace. Carson managed to stop him quickly, touching the arm of the young man, who still looked hurried.The young man turned around with an angry and hateful gaze. "What are you doing? This road is public. It's not yours. It'
Carson looked at Darwis and said, "Just take me home."Darwis was shocked. "Aren't you going to have meetings with some clients? Is it okay if you cancel them all?" He was confused because cancelling meetings abruptly could upset clients and possibly cancel investments in Carson's projects."No problem," Carson replied firmly. "I contacted them just now, and they said it's no problem. Therefore, you just take me home."Darwis nodded, although he still looked a little anxious. "Alright, if that's what you want. I'll take you home quickly."During the ride, Darwis tried to distract himself from the tension by making small talk. "So, any special plans at home? Do you need to prepare anything?"Carson smiled slightly. "Just some personal things. Sometimes, being away from the hassle of work makes things calmer."Darwis nodded, responding with an understanding tone. "Sometimes it's important to have some alone time and get away from it all."Carson nodded in agreement. "Very true. Thank yo
Alison stood trembling, hugging her husband Carson's hand as she felt the tension in the room. Tears dripped from her eyes because of the harsh treatment she had received. With his well-built body and face full of anger, Carson stood in front of the two debt collectors with a powerful aura of intimidation. His eyes were burning with anger. Alison could feel her husband's unbridled rage."Honey, calm down," Alison tried to speak tremblingly, hoping to ease the mounting tension. However, Carson's angry roar almost drowned out her voice."Calm down?" Carson shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "How can I calm down when they insult you? They say you're in debt and won't pay, and even worse, they call you a slut! Will I ever calm down after hearing that?"Alison held Carson's hand, her gaze pleading with her husband to restrain himself. Seeing Alison's pleading expression, Carson slightly loosened his grip on one of the debt collectors. Even so, Carson's anger still hadn't subsi
After calming Alison down, Carson returned his focus to the two debt collectors again. Their battered faces were still clearly displayed. They were still prostrate in the same place. They were waiting for Carson's forgiveness. They didn't dare to move an inch from there. It was enough to be beaten repeatedly. Carson approached with a stern look."I know he was involved in all this," Carson said sternly. "Thank goodness you guys revealed the truth because I might have been even harsher on you if you didn't."Carson squatted down to get closer to the two men. "You want to be safe, don't you?" he asked, his voice full of gentle but precise pressure.The two debt collectors could only nod, afraid to speak. Carson waited patiently, ensuring they understood the importance of honesty in this situation.Carson looked at the two debt collectors sharply, seeking reassurance. "Then, you do the same thing to the person who sent you. How about it?"The two debt collectors immediately shook their h
Vivian, George, and their grandmother, Nora, gathered in their large house's living room. They laughed and chatted happily, convinced their plan to scare Alison had worked. They continued to perpetrate the terror in retaliation for all of Alison's insults. Even though Alison had never done that."Look, George," Vivian said with a satisfied smile, looking at her cousin. "I know Alison must be terrified right now. Those two debt collectors we sent must have made her feel very depressed. Add another terror, and she must be going crazy by now."George nodded, looking pleased with the outcome. "You're right. I can almost imagine the expression on her face when she was scared. Those two were rough and cruel men. It must have been terrible for Alison."Sitting in a rocking chair enjoying a cup of tea, Nora added, "Oh, how nice to see them all in fear. We finally managed to teach them a proper lesson. She thought they could be so arrogant just because they got a new villa. They're still lower
With the tension still surrounding them after discovering the contents of the crates, Vivian, George, and Nora decided to contact their acquaintances, hoping to get some help to deal with the situation. They started calling several essential contacts, hoping to get support and assistance.Vivian, with trembling hands, dialled the first phone number. After a few rings, the voicemail answered. "No answer," she said in frustration, putting the phone down with an annoyed face.George tried the following number, but his call also went unanswered. "No one picks up," he said, beginning to show dissatisfaction. "Why aren't they all answering? Are they all unavailable?" Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Don't tell me they already know all this."Vivian shook her head. "No way. I'm sure this hasn't been disseminated. It was only given to us as a threat. So, no one knows this but us."George nodded.Nora, who was there, expressed worry and tried calling some acquaintances. "All of them are not answer