"What kind of stupid question is that? Who are you to ask me such a question?" the receptionist furiously lashed out at Newton, incensed by his inquiry.Attempting to diffuse the situation, the nurse intervened, advising the receptionist, "Calm down, this is a hospital. You shouldn't raise your voice like that."Unrelenting in her anger, the receptionist continued berating Newton, "Who does this guy think he is? You don't employ me, okay? You have no right to talk to me like that. You can't come in without a visitor's pass. I would have felt sorry for you and let you in, but your stupid arrogance made me change my mind," she shouted at him.Newton was taken aback and rendered speechless by the receptionist's outburst. He was stunned by the intensity of her reaction."There must be different kinds of people in this world," he thought, contemplating the diverse range of personalities he encountered.Unable to find words to respond, Newton remained silent.Refusing to back down, the recep
"Boss, the Lees set fire to one of our clothing factories in Bayfield," Grinch reported to Newton.Newton inquired, "Any casualties?"Grinch responded, "None reported, sir. However, the entire factory and all the equipment inside were burned to the ground. They were looking for something, sir."Newton contemplated for a moment and then turned to Grinch, asking, "What do you suggest we do?"Grinch exclaimed, pounding his fist against his palm, "I think we should fight back, sir. Let's destroy five of Mr. Lee's restaurants around Bayfield."Curious, Newton questioned Grinch, "Are you certain it was the Lees?"Grinch replied, "Eyewitnesses claim to have seen the Lee boys attack the factory today after ransacking the place in search of an item, sir."Newton responded, "First, we need to ensure their responsibility. Starting a senseless gang war would be unwise. I intend to confront Mr. Lee, but not in this manner."Grinch asked, "What are your orders, sir?"Newton emphasized, "First, we ca
Realizing his pursuers were rapidly closing in, Newton knew he had to devise a plan. Leading them to his mansion would be too risky, yet he yearned to uncover their intentions and identities.Maintaining top speed on his motorcycle, Newton spotted a road ahead. He swiftly reduced his velocity, making a sharp left turn onto the street before accelerating again.The sound of the car pursuing him echoed in his ears, prompting him to glance back and confirm their presence. Through the rear window, he saw a masked man firing shots at him.Quickly refocusing his attention forward, Newton skillfully zig-zagged and abruptly veered right onto another street. The screeching tires behind him signaled that his pursuers were still hot on his trail.Bullets whizzed past him as he maneuvered through the streets, evading their relentless pursuit. Determined, Newton swiftly turned into yet another street to his right, closely followed by the unyielding car.Ensuring his Desert Eagle was within reach, N
As the lecture came to a close, the lecturer posed a question to the class. "Who knows why Allison is not in class today?"The room fell into a brief silence before one student spoke up. "No idea, sir," a voice replied.Another student chimed in, offering a possible explanation. "Maybe she is not feeling well."Tonya, who was known to be Allison's friend, caught the lecturer's attention. "Tonya, you are Allison's friend, why is your friend not in class?" the lecturer inquired.Tonya answered, "She says she is not feeling well, sir. She will be at school tomorrow."With that, the lecturer concluded the class, and students began to disperse. Moments later, Newton noticed a crowd of students gathered around Jeremiah Lee, their attention fixated on something playing on his tablet.Curiosity piqued, Newton was pleased to see his classmates engrossed in something other than ridiculing him. As he made his way towards the exit, he heard his name being called. "Newt!"Turning around, Newton saw
"Boss, look at this," Grinch called out, holding a bullet casing in his hand, catching Newton's attention.Curious, Newton walked over to Grinch to closely inspect the bullet casing.After examining it, his gaze shifted upward to the area where the bullet had hit, revealing two circular holes in the wooden barricade."There was a shooting here," Newton concluded, a serious tone in his voice.Grinch nodded in agreement, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.Curiosity piqued, Newton turned to Grinch and inquired about the CCTV footage from the camera in the vicinity."The CCTV room was destroyed, sir. The storage room suffered extensive damage, rendering the footage unrecoverable," Grinch replied, conveying the unfortunate state of the surveillance system.As Newton glanced around, he noticed a bloodstained spade lying on the ground nearby. His curiosity led him to pick it up and examine it carefully.Despite his efforts, the pieces of the puzzle still didn't fit together, leaving
Tonya inquired about Allison's absence, asking, "Allison, where have you been? You weren't in class yesterday."With a hint of curiosity, Allison responded, "Something came up, so I couldn't make it. How was class yesterday?"Tonya's eyes rolled dismissively as she replied, "Boring as usual."Excitement sparked in Allison's voice as she asked her friend, "Did you see the cool guy who single-handedly took down four bad guys?"Tonya nodded, acknowledging the sheer awesomeness of the mysterious figure. "Yeah, that guy was total badass. I'd give anything to have his skills."Teasing her friend, Tonya playfully shared a rumor, watching for a reaction. "Word on the street is that Newton was the mastermind behind that badass persona. He was the hero."Knowing Allison's dislike for Newton, Tonya aimed to provoke her.Allison joined in the banter, laughing at the joke alongside Tonya. Their laughter echoed through the classroom, drawing attention from their classmates.Nicolas, seated in the fr
"Willis, I need you to do something for me later," Newton said.Willis left the room next, leaving Grinch and Newton in the conference room."With so much time left in the day, we could use it for your training, sir," Grinch said.Newton paused to think for a moment... "Sounds like a good idea!"Newton and Grinch walked out of the conference room to the firing range.Newton held the two golden pistols in his hands, with his ear muffs on.*bang* *bang* he fired at the stationary targets."Good one, sir. You hit ten out of ten targets in nine seconds. Grinch appraised."Can you do any better?" Newton asked proudly.He had noticed the massive improvement in his timing and speed.Grinch, without saying a word...*bang* bang*.He hit eleven targets in three seconds.Newton was stunned."How?" He managed to speak.Grinch smiled. "You forgot the technique I showed you last week. You could have done better if you had used it, sir." Newton accepted the challenge and breathed in and out twice.H
*He dialed Mr. Gregory."Boss," came the reply from the other end."Are you planning on going anywhere today?" Newton asked. "Right now I'm free for the rest of the day. I'm just coming back from the only place I had to go after the meeting, sir"."...Where are you right now?" "I'm near the popular Beanie's hostel, sir. I decided to visit some friends," Mr. Gregory replied.So far so good, the man was being honest, Newton thought."A few friends?" Newton asked."Yes, I have a few Beanie friends. They help me a lot with my investigations, sir. That's why I'm able to get first-class information about underground plots before they even happen," Mr. Gregory replied calmly over the phone.It was true that Mr. Gregory had done a good job of giving the North Mafia a head start with his information. He was very good at gathering information that was passed around discreetly."What did you offer them in return? I mean the Beanies." Newton asked Mr. Gregory."Nothing, boss. I don't have to off
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was