The commissioner's fingers trembled at his unlocked phone. What greeted his eyes sent a jolt of pure terror coursing through his veins. The screen illuminated with an email that was bold and unmistakable, bearing the subject line: "UPON THE ORDERS OF HIS MAJESTY GENERAL ROMEO STORMBREAKER, YOU ARE HEREBY DISMISSED FROM OFFICE OF COMMISSIONER OF WORKS WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT."As the commissioner's gaze scanned the words, his breath hitched in his throat, and a strangled gasp escaped his lips. Horror etched itself into every line of his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as the implications of the message sunk in. It was as though the ground had fallen away beneath him, leaving him suspended in a void of despair and uncertainty. The weight of his dismissal pressed down upon him like a crushing weight, leaving him reeling with shock and disbelief.Others in the ward glanced his way, and their curiosity was piqued by the commissioner's sudden distress. However before they could inqu
The next day found Romeo stepping into the ring at the bustling Fisticuffs Arena, as his mind was a tumultuous blend of anger and determination. The arena was alive with noise; the crowd's shouts and cheers reverberated off the walls, creating a chaotic symphony of anticipation and excitement. Facing him across the ring was Pain Muss, a fighter of average height but endowed with a savage look that belied his stature. His eyes burned with an intensity that matched the ferocity of his reputation.As the bell rang, the clash between the two was immediate and fierce. Pain Muss moved with a brutal grace, his every strike precise and powerful. But Romeo, eager to prove a point, countered the blows with equal ferocity, his moves a blend of technique and raw power.The crowd roared louder, feeding on the intensity of the match. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and the sound of fists against flesh. Midway through a heated exchange, Pain Muss managed to land a devastating right ho
"If you are looking for an extra hand for your stupid gang war, count me out," Romeo said, his voice firm with resolve. "The only thing I owe you is the Fisticuffs Fiesta. I am not going to be one of your goons."Don Frago's smile was chillingly calm. "Everybody out, I need some time alone with Romeo," he instructed.The healer and Don Frago's men exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the seriousness of the situation. Without a word, they filed out of the makeshift medical center, leaving Romeo alone with Don Frago.As Don Frago approached Romeo, his footsteps echoed with purpose, each step was a silent declaration of intent. His gaze, steady and penetrating, bore into Romeo's eyes, seeking to break through the barriers of defiance. With measured movements, he closed the distance between them, his presence casting a shadow over the room."Don't even try to convince me, it would not work," Romeo stated firmly, as his voice was laced with a steely resolve."Romeo, I know what you
After ending the call with Lieutenant General Thompson, Romeo swiftly slipped his phone back into his pocket. Inside the cramped confines of the makeshift medical center, he reached into the aged wooden closet, pulling out a worn leather jacket that creaked softly as he slipped it over his shoulders. His movements were quick and precise, a mirror of the mental preparation he was undergoing. Next, he put on his pair of dark jeans and sturdy boots.Beneath the jacket, Romeo carefully tucked the cold, heavy gun into the waistband of his trousers, ensuring it was concealed yet accessible. A final check in the cracked mirror by the door confirmed he was as ready as he would ever be.Stepping outside, the air was thick with the tension of the impending night's events. The Fisticuffs Arena loomed large and ominous, its walls echoing with the distant cheers of an oblivious crowd. Now outside, Don Frago and his entourage stood a few yards away, silhouetted against the flickering lights o
Romeo reclined on Helen's bed, his bare torso illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. With a satisfied grin, he tapped his phone, initiating a call with Lieutenant General Thompson."Hey, lieutenant," Romeo greeted in a low tone, his voice smooth yet charged with anticipation. "Got a minute?"Lieutenant General Thompson's voice crackled through the phone. "It's lieutenant General." Thompson didn't sound too pleased. "And of course, Romeo. What can I do for you?"Romeo leaned back against the pillows, with his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Remember those trucks our guys intercepted? The ones that were transporting weapons to the Harte Boer weapons depot?""Yeah, I remember," Lieutenant General Thompson replied, his tone was serious. "We managed to salvage quite a haul from those trucks. What do you need to know my prince?"Romeo's interest piqued. "Details, Thompson. I want to know exactly what we're dealing with here.""Okay my prince, so among the inventory recovered are
In Joseph Schultz's hotel room, he sat at a desk strewn with paperwork related to Mrs. Davidson's real estate project. As he sifted through the documents, his phone rang, interrupting his focus."Hello!" Joseph answered, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation."Hello Joseph, it's me Romeo, wad up?" Romeo's voice greeted him from the other end of the line."Ah, big cousin, I am okay, I am just going through some paperwork for Mrs. Davidson's real estate project. Anything the matter?" Joseph replied, curious about the reason for Romeo's call."Yes, Joseph. Are you aware of what NovaTech is planning to do to the Davidson family?" Romeo's tone was serious, immediately capturing Joseph's attention.Joseph looked bewildered. "What exactly are you talking about? I thought that was the company that you said were hit by some malware or something?""Yes, wait, are you saying that you are not aware of the move of NovaTech executives to sue the Davidson family to court?" Romeo's surprise was p
Two days later, Romeo was seated in a cab, heading to the state court where the court proceedings between the NovaTech group and the Davidson family was to be heard. The radio in the cab was tuned to a news station, and the broadcaster's voice filled the vehicle as he spoke about the impending court case between the NovaTech group and the Davidson family."Today's the big day, folks," the radio announcer declared. "The courtroom is buzzing with anticipation as the NovaTech group prepares to face off against the Davidson family over the three billion dollars lost in the cyber attack."As the broadcast continued, Romeo couldn't help but overhear a conversation between a few business CEOs and elites there at the background after they were asked for their opinions concerning the impending court case."I just can't wrap my head around it," one of the CEO's exclaimed incredulously. "Why would NovaTech go after the Davidsons like this? They're worth billions themselves." He replied to an in
"Or else what?" Romeo sounded daring and non chalant.Jane fell silent for a moment, her gaze narrowing at Romeo before she spoke again. "Must you always create a scene everywhere you go?" she began, as her tone dripped with frustration. "You're always in the habit of causing trouble wherever you go.""Maybe if you were nice and speak to me with a little kindness, I wouldn't be much of a troublemaker whenever I'm with you people," Romeo defended himself, as his voice was tinged with exasperation.Mrs. Davidson's face flushed with anger, and she interjected sharply, "You know, we all are not supposed to stand before this trash in front of us. We have better things to do with our time. Let's go, girls."With that, the three women turned to leave, but as Linda attempted to wave goodbye to Romeo, Mrs. Davidson seized her hand and pulled her away, steering her in their direction.As Mrs. Davidson, Linda, and Jane moved away from Romeo, a group of bystanders who had witnessed the confrontat