One Hour Later, at the Gon Family Residence, Japant. A light drizzle pattered on the roof of the Gon family’s house, adding a gloomy touch to the night. The large teakwood door swung open with a loud bang, and Magno stormed in, his footsteps urgent and heavy. His face was flushed red, brows furrowed sharply, and his gleaming eyes radiated anger that seemed to suffocate him. “DADDY!” he shouted, his voice booming and echoing through the spacious hall. At the far end of the corridor, an elderly man with a cold, authoritative expression appeared. It was Mr. Gon, head of the Gon family, one of the most respected families in Japant. Dressed in a thick robe and exuding arrogance, he approached slowly, his piercing gaze seeming to strip anyone bare who dared defy him. “What is it, Magno? You’ve arrived like a storm,” Mr. Gon said emotionlessly, though his voice carried an intimidating weight. Panting, Magno hurried toward his father. “My lab in Leeds was destroyed, Daddy! All the
In the morning, the breeze swept through the backyard. Joseph and Mr. Barta sat facing each other on an old wooden bench, a steaming cup of coffee in their hands. It was the first time they had spoken alone, without Katty or anyone else acting as a mediator. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if every breath carried hidden meaning. Joseph remained silent, staring straight ahead, trying to decipher the intent behind his father-in-law's sudden invitation. Meanwhile, Mr. Barta sipped his coffee slowly and began the conversation with an unexpected tone. "I'm sorry," Mr. Barta said abruptly. His eyes were fixed on the coffee cup, as if afraid to meet Joseph's gaze. "For all my bad behavior toward you." Joseph glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly but not responding immediately. He just took a sip of his coffee. "I know," Mr. Barta continued in a softer tone, "You've helped Katty and our family's finances... more than we could ever imagine." He sighed, as if the admission was d
Joseph ascended to the 21st floor of the Grace Hotel, his gaze steely with determination. He knew that the meeting with Mr. Gon would certainly revolve around yesterday’s incident, and he was prepared for whatever revenge Mr. Gon might have in mind. When the elevator doors slid open, he was greeted by a red carpet stretching all the way to the VVIP meeting room. With a composed yet firm stride, Joseph stepped forward, pushing the doors open and walking in with a measured confidence. Mr. Gon glared at Joseph coldly, his presence trying to dominate the space with his stare alone. "Are you Joseph?" he demanded. Before Joseph could respond, Magno cut in, his voice laced with venom. “Yes, Daddy. That’s the bastard Joseph!” "Finally, you decided to show up," Mr. Gon sneered arrogantly. “It's a pity we have to meet under these circumstances,” Joseph replied with a faint, calculated smile. Magno, seated beside his father, couldn’t contain his rage. "Do you have any idea who you’re
Mr. Gon scoffed, unable to believe it. “Zoni, I’m serious! This is about my family’s honor. I can’t back down. You just need to pull your investments and tell others to do the same. We can take him down quietly.” Mr. Zoni gave a faint smile that Mr. Gon couldn’t see. “Listen to me carefully, Gon. If it’s a choice between backing you or tangling with Joseph, I’d rather die. You might not know this, but Joseph holds significant sway among businessmen and even the authorities. No one in Leeds would dare oppose him.” Mr. Gon fell silent, shocked. “Zoni… Are you saying you fear that young man more than me, your old friend?” Mr. Zoni chuckled slightly, his tone firm. “It’s not about fear, Gon. It’s about being realistic. Joseph has ties you can’t even imagine, and people respect him because of that. Myself included.” Mr. Zoni continued with an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Let me tell you something I’ve never shared. Once, someone underestimated Joseph, thinking he was just anot
For a moment, Magno let his words sink in. Then he added, “And remember, failure is not an option. I don’t care how many lives must be sacrificed or how much chaos we create. Tonight, we will make Joseph’s life a living hell.” Among the mercenaries, a gray-bearded man who looked experienced raised his hand. “What makes you so sure we can win?” he asked in a low voice. Magno stepped down from the stage, approaching the man with a piercing stare. “Because I believe, victory is within our grasp.” As the night deepened, Magno cast one more look at his troops. “We move now,” he commanded. “Make tonight Joseph’s worst nightmare.” The mercenaries began to march, their steps aligned with military precision. Yet, hidden in the shadows, someone watched their movements. A young man in a dark cloak smirked, his eyes glinting with excitement. “They have no idea what’s coming for them,” he whispered, vanishing into the darkness to deliver a warning that could change the course of this
Mr. Gon, who had been smiling smugly, now looked furious. His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he watched their forces fall one by one. “These are the mercenaries you boasted about, Magno?” he shouted, his voice full of rage. “They were supposed to defeat just 50 people!” Magno swallowed hard, struggling to find an excuse. “Maybe... maybe this is just the beginning,” he said, though his voice betrayed his lack of confidence. On the other side of the field, Jacky stood calmly, his hands folded behind his back. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes observing the battle, as if assessing his comrades' performance. One of the remaining mercenaries, breathing heavily, glanced at Jacky with fear. He knew that the man with the unflinching gaze was a far greater threat than he appeared. But before he could react, one of the G Alliance members landed a hard punch on his jaw, sending him stumbling back and collapsing unconscious. Mr. Gon clenched his fists, his face flushed with an
Mr. Gon swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his temple as he stared at Joseph, who stood tall with an icy glare. Realizing the catastrophic impact that could befall his company, Mr. Gon felt his heart pounding, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. “Forgive me, Mr. Joseph!” Mr. Gon’s voice was hoarse, nearly cracking. He lowered his head deeply. “I... I will do anything. Please, don’t destroy my company. I beg you... give me another chance!” Joseph looked at the old man kneeling before him with an expressionless face, but the sharp glint in his eyes showed he wasn’t easily swayed by pity. Magno, who stood beside his father, stepped back in shock. “Daddy! What are you doing?” Magno tried to pull his father up, but Mr. Gon shoved his son’s hand away harshly. Mr. Gon’s eyes burned with a nearly unbearable frustration. “Shut up, Magno!” Mr. Gon snapped, his voice full of anger. “All of this is because of you! You’re a troublemaker! If only you hadn’t caused this
The news about the attack by Magno and Mr. Gon on Joseph's research laboratory had shaken Leeds, spreading rapidly. The headlines featured dramatic images of the destroyed lab's ruins, accompanied by speculation about Joseph's grand ambition—his revolutionary climate control technology. The news became a hot topic, causing fear and unease among the global elite. If this technology were indeed created, Joseph would gain immense power, shaking the military and medical industries to their core. In a luxurious office with tall windows overlooking the cityscape, a woman sat behind a large marble desk. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, her face adorned with perfect makeup, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of hidden anxiety. In front of her, a flat-screen TV broadcast the latest news about the incident. The woman crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers tapping the desk in a rapid rhythm, a sign that her mind was racing. "If this technology really becomes a reality, we'll all lose