............"Brother Kong, did you see how Sunny ended up on the ground with broken teeth?" the muscular man with a thick beard asked, looking bewildered."Huh, no... I didn't see anything!" Brother Kong also appeared bewildered. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung open as he shook his head in confusion."He must be pulling some kind of trick. Let's attack him together and see if he still has the nerve to show his tricks!" the burly man with the buzz cut shouted, despite feeling puzzled and shocked by the outcome. Nevertheless, he moved forward.This time, all of them except for two women and Brother Kong attacked together.As the group of attackers closed in on him, Rohan's expression remained calm. He shifted his stance, adopting the "Flowing Water Stance." This stance allows him to work with his opponents' movements, converting their force into his advantage.The first attacker swung a punch at Rohan, but he smoothly sidestepped, redirecting the energy of the punch past him."
............"We apologize and beg for your forgiveness. We were blind not to see your greatness!" Brother Kong and his lackeys immediately dropped to their knees, realizing they couldn't defeat Rohan in a fight."Huh, weren't you just boasting about beating me?" Rohan looked at them, speechless, not expecting them to be this shameless."Hahaha! You must have misunderstood. How could we ever hope to match you when we're not even close to being worthy of tying your shoes?" Brother Kong awkwardly laughed, changing his words from earlier with seamless ease.'Wow, what an award-winning performance,' Rohan thought to himself, observing the once arrogant man acting like a bootlicker."Now, then, I still haven't heard who sent you guys after me!" Rohan asked again, his tone cold and clear, causing Brother Kong and the others to unconsciously break into a sweat."Actually, we don't know either!" Brother Kong replied nervously and awkwardly."What... are you playing with me?" Rohan's anger fl
............"Please feel free to contact me. We'll make sure to complete your orders!" Mikhail Kong said obediently as he opened the car door for Rohan. As Rohan sat down, he closed the door."Please be careful on the way, Mr. Johnson!" Mikhail Kong and the others bowed together as Rohan started the car and pressed the pedal."Phew..." Mikhail Kong let out a sigh of relief as Rohan's car disappeared from view."Brother Kong, we're having some really bad luck today!" Diego Rodriguez said, rubbing his throbbing head."Yeah, who would have thought the info we got was fake!" Mikhail Kong nodded, feeling like they had been tricked."Brother Kong, maybe the information from the middleman isn't wrong. It's possible they don't know anything either!" Aiden Patel added, recalling the middleman's overconfident attitude."Having someone like Mr. Johnson on our side wouldn't be a bad idea," Amira Al-Mansoori said, nursing her injuries from the earlier beating."Right, Brother Kong? Amira's got a
............"Absolutely, they certainly are. Take a look at the stage decor; I wouldn't be surprised if it costed millions upon millions!" Rohan said, motioning for Riya to join him in looking at the stage, where the upcoming performance would soon unfold."I can't even imagine, it's absolutely incredible!" Riya exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the exquisitely designed stage."By the way, do you have any idea who's performing today?" Rohan inquired, clearly in the dark."Hmm, I did see a poster outside mentioning a Pioni artist for today's performance," Riya responded, her expression pensive as she tried to recollect the details.Suddenly, a round of applause erupted, drawing Rohan's attention. Riya followed his gaze and saw the artist walking onto the stage.Riya's face lit up as she spotted the pianist, Leo Davenport, stepping onto the stage. His tall, slender figure moved with a graceful confidence as he settled onto the piano bench. His sandy blond hair fell gently over his forehe
............Midnight Hideout, In Willowbrook City, there's a dimly lit joint known as "The Midnight Hideout." This pub-like establishment has a reputation for being a favorite haunt of local thugs and gangsters.The atmosphere is smoky and mysterious, with low-hanging lamps casting long shadows across the worn wooden tables. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the murmur of hushed conversations. The walls are adorned with vintage posters and dark artwork that add to the edgy ambiance."The Midnight Hideout" is where secrets are traded over drinks, and alliances are formed in the shadows, making it the perfect spot for those with a penchant for danger and intrigue."The Midnight Hideout" is nestled in the heart of the Westside District of Willowbrook City. This district is known for its mix of gritty charm and urban allure, making it an ideal location for a pub favored by thugs and gangsters. The Westside District's maze-like streets and hidden alleys provide th
............After leading the middleman outside, they swiftly made him unconscious and covered his eyes, securing his hands behind his back.Once Mikhail Kong placed him in the car trunk, they departed from the scene."Where should we take him?" Diego Rodriguez inquired, uncertain about the appropriate location to hold the middleman in their custody."Let's head to that old building on the outskirts of the city," Mikhail Kong suggested.They transported him to the outskirts, where a rundown and abandoned building was situated."Place him in the chair and make sure he's securely tied up," Mikhail Kong instructed, and Igor Ocampo successfully positioned him on the half-broken chair.After guiding Igor Ocampo on what needed to be done, he took out his phone, thankfully containing Rohan's contact number."Hello, Mr. Johnson. I apologize for bothering you, but I wanted to inform you that we've successfully captured the Middleman on your behalf. We're waiting for you on the outskirts of t
............"Please take your time, Rohan," Riya replied."Then ladies, see you later!" Rohan waved and left the room, leaving the two women alone."So, Ms. Samul, are you from Willowbrook Academy for the Arts?" Isabella asked, breaking the silence."Yes, how did you know?" Riya looked puzzled, realizing she hadn't mentioned it."Well, I guessed based on your age and your desire to help Mr. Johnson with this business," Isabella replied with a smile."Ohh," Riya's face lit up with understanding."By the way, is Mr. Johnson your boyfriend?" Isabella's question almost made Riya drop her drink in surprise."What... no, he is not my boyfriend!" Riya frowned and shook her head firmly."Relax, girl. I was just asking," Isabella looked amused, finding Riya's embarrassment and strong denial entertaining.'What a girl! Even though she has feelings for him, she's trying so hard to deny it,' Isabella thought to herself as she observed Riya's expression."Ms. Vanderbilt, can I ask you something?
............"What's the deal, Kong? And just so you know, after today, you're getting kicked out from the underground scene in Willowbrook City!" Middleman tried to sound tough, but fear tinged his voice as he stared at Mikhail Kong, his threat falling flat."Hahaha...! Instead of bothering about us, maybe you should worry about your own situation. If you don't spill what we need to know, you won't be leaving here in one piece!" Igor Ocampo chuckled at Middleman's feeble attempt at intimidation, reminding him of the consequences he might face if he tried threatening them again."What... What do you mean?" Middleman's voice quivered a bit upon hearing Igor's tone."Let's cut the crap. Tell us straight up, who ordered you to target Mr. Johnson?" Kong's icy gaze locked onto Middleman as he questioned."Now I get why you're playing this game. You struck a deal with that guy, didn't you?" Middleman's arrogance resurfaced as if he had figured out the motives behind Kong and his crew captu
............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
............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
............"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
............"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
............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
...... ...... "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
............"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
............"Thank you again, Mister, and you too. Please, let me show my gratitude sometime if you have the time. Here’s my contact info!" Anshika Kumari bowed and thanked Rohan and Ade once more, offering her phone number to Rohan. She felt that words alone weren't enough to express her gratitude and wanted to invite them to dinner sometime.Although she was poor, she knew how important it was to be thankful after being saved from such a dangerous situation.If Rohan and Ade hadn't arrived when they did, who knows what that gangster might have done to her."It's alright. We'll call you when we have some time. Now off you go. That nice lady will drop you off wherever you need to go. And make sure you don't follow any shady uncles next time, alright?" Rohan smiled gently, noticing the little lady's smile, a stark contrast to her earlier crestfallen expression."Mmm... see you next time, Mister. Farewell for now!" Anshika Kumari nodded and said goodbye to Rohan and Ade before being g
............"Okay...Ms. Kumari, can you tell us how you ended up here? You know this place is very dangerous and filled with gangsters like those guys over there!" Rohan asked the girl pointed at the two pigs lying on the floor, wondering what her story was and what kind of situation led this girl to this dangerous place."I...!" Anshika looked at Rohan's face, hearing his words, unsure where to start explaining her situation that led to her current predicament.She became emotional as she remembered why she followed that portly man despite knowing he had no good intentions.At twenty years old, Anshika’s mother had suddenly been admitted to the hospital due to a stroke. Coming from a poor family of two, both mother and daughter relied heavily on each other, so she was in distress, needing urgent money for her mother's treatment.By chance, she met a portly middle-aged man who offered to pay her mother's hospital bills in exchange for doing something for him. With no other choice, s