............"1...10...30....55... Hmm, there are not that many here. Where might the rest be?" Rohan counted and looked back at Ravi for an answer."They should be patrolling other areas or maybe collecting money from the vendors," Ravi replied after thinking for a moment, checking the time. It was his guess based on the usual activity his team had observed from the gang."Hey, you fuckers, I'm talking to you! Are you ignoring me?" The gangsters who had thrown bottles on the ground glared at Rohan and his group, feeling ignored. Anger flashed across their faces."Crash...!""Fuck it, let's teach them a lesson!" Another group of five stood up, throwing their bottles too. Ten gangsters advanced towards Rohan, Ade, and Ravi."Damn it, they think we're weaklings!" one of the gangsters muttered angrily. Feeling humiliated by Rohan's dismissive attitude, they lunged at him, who was standing at the front."Swiish... Bam! ... Ahhhh...!!""Crash... Thud... Thud...!!"Just as the gangsters lu
...... ...... "Like he said, we are not interested. So, care to tell us where your gang leader is?" Ade stepped forward, clearly annoyed, standing in front of Arman. He was not pleased with Arman's attempt to buy time. Even Ravi could see that Arman was just trying to keep them busy with his trash talk. "Fine, you asked for it." Arman, with a disgruntled expression, noticed his phone ringing. Understanding what this meant, he smirked at Rohan and his group. "Get back, Ade. We have a guest who seems to have just arrived!" Rohan, who was keeping a vigilant watch, noticed a few other presences outside the warehouse. Seeing Rohan's warning and vigilant expression, Ade instantly moved back beside him. Arman picked up the phone, his smirk widening into a sinister grin as he answered. "Right on time," he muttered, his eyes never leaving Rohan's. Rohan and Ade exchanged wary glances, both tense and more cautious at the change in Arman Mace's face. The atmosphere inside the warehouse g
............Ade nodded and sprinted towards the door, while Ravi stood guard to prevent any other gangsters from escaping.The fight was already over except for a few men who came with Hans Schmidt. They stood, looking at Rohan with murderous intent while helping Hans to stand firm.As Ade sprinted through the side door, he followed the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. Arman Mace's shadow flickered in the distance as he rounded a corner. Ade quickened his pace, feeling like he was chasing a mouse, and a grin formed on his face.Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Rohan advanced on Hans Schmidt. The remaining gang members, though outnumbered and exhausted, stood protectively around their leader. Rohan's eyes flickered as he thought about how to get information from this trash and dismantle the gang so they could never regroup."You think you can still walk away?" Rohan said, his voice calm but firm. "I've already given you a death sentence, so don't even thi
............"How should I know what those arrogant shits are thinking? I just hope they don't enter Willowbrook City, or I might have to do something about them!" Rohan shrugged, his words turning cold."Hey... hey, Rohan... my man, you should know those arrogant guys aren't just any average men. It's what they have backing them that makes them so arrogant... and we're not in their league to criticize them." Ade looked speechless at Rohan's direct and cold words, even though he agreed. He knew they were nothing special compared to those arrogant piece of shits.As Ade was lost in thought, Rohan was mulling over the information.'How should I handle them? I'm not sure why their activity is getting closer to Willowbrook City. Are they here for the Turner siblings? Even if that possibility is slim, I need to make sure these arrogant guys don't get close to Willowbrook City,' Rohan thought, speculating why the Dragorin Hidden Family decided to send their men to all the neighboring citie
............"Ehh...really!" Riya and Priya looked at each other with incredulous look, wondering why did they not notice that."You really forgot to look at the report, didn't you!" Sofia Baur look at Riya and Priya with twitch in her temple thinking these two really became spendrifts."About that, Sister Riya. It's about time to call our irresponsible Boss, shouldn't we." Priya said with raising corner of her mouth thinking only option as to how they can solve fund problem."Ahh... Rohan, should we...?" Riya hesitated, unsure of how to express her concerns. If they didn’t have more funds, they wouldn’t be able to complete the upcoming projects."What are you so worried about? Didn't he say before that if we needed more funds, we could just contact him and he'd transfer what we need?" Priya replied, noticing Riya's anxiety. She wasn’t the least bit troubled about calling him. After all, she was just an employee, and there was no harm in asking their boss for financial support.Priya
............Ade nodded, a grim expression settling on his face. "Exactly. The Dragorin Hidden Family isn’t known for backing down easily. They’re powerful, and they know it. If it comes to a fight, things could get ugly fast."Rohan leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The Dragorin family were no ordinary opponents—they were dangerous, cunning, and deeply entrenched in the power struggles of the hidden Martial world. A direct clash with them could lead to consequences far beyond their control."We need to be prepared," Rohan said after a moment, his tone more serious. "If we’re going to confront them, we can’t afford to underestimate their strength. Otherwise, we’ll be the ones to lose.""Agreed," Ade replied, his eyes narrowing as he considered the power of the Dragorin Hidden Family. "We need to gather all the intel we can and be ready for anything. The moment they make a move, we have to be ready to strike without hesitation."Rohan nodded, already thinking through strategi
............The man seated on the plush couch was a man from the Dragorin hidden Family, a figure of immense power and influence. His very presence dominated the room, and even someone as powerful as Mord knew he had to show respect.“So, you were sent by Elias Kurovsky? You’re so weak!” the man finally spoke after giving Mord a brief glance. He shook his head in disappointment, his voice carrying a hint of disdain.“Master Dragorin, please don’t worry about my strength. I may be weak, but I’ve built a strong network in these lands. With it, I can help you accomplish your task easily,” Mord replied calmly, despite clenching his fists tightly. His tone was confident, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.Mord had heard from his brother Elias that the Dragorin family was searching for some traitors who had escaped. They needed his information network to track them down, and that knowledge made Mord confident. He sneered inwardly, thinking, *No matter how powerful you are, you still nee
............Rohan Johnson stepped off the bustling elevator and made his way toward his cubicle on the 12th floor of the Altair Corporation. Dressed in a crisp suit and tie, he blended in seamlessly with the sea of professional crowd bustling around him. Despite his average appearance, there was something about Rohan that hinted at an underlying potential wanting to be unleashed.As he settled into his chair, Rohan glanced around the office, observing the familiar faces of his coworkers. The constant hum of ringing phones and the clattering of keyboards filled the air, creating a symphony of corporate life. It was just another day in the maze of cubicles, where dreams collided with deadlines.Rohan's gaze shifted to the clock hanging above his computer monitor. It was already 8:45 a.m., and his team meeting was scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. He glanced at his reflection in the glossy screen, running a hand through his tousled dark hair that fell just above his expressiv