Exiting the firm, Rex straightened his collar, pondering while gazing at the early morning sun. "I've sorted the housing issue, and Jeffrey will assist with moving Isabella to the new house and finding a maid. If he runs into that troublesome woman, he can contact me, and I'll sort out the money for her phone. Next up, a visit to Lusty Strippers Club. According to the information from Vincenzo Scarlotti, someone there might facilitate getting closer to the scientist Davis. Sigh, what a perilous mission, but it's worth it. I'd rather risk everything than face financial ruin and mockery again," Rex thought with a wry smile.Rex, although cared so much for his sister was still convinced about leaving his stepsister in Jeffrey's care, certain that Jeffrey wouldn't dare cross him after the substantial offer and minimal threat. Besides, they both share some things in common, Jeffrey wants to be the richest without relying on his family and so does Rex. This alone makes them set aside thei
Pushing and shoving others aside, Rex successfully moved across the dance floor, ignoring the scantily-clad women who tried to rub up against him, their intentions obvious. As he approached the bar, he could feel the heat of the bodies pressed against him, the smell of sweat and alcohol in the air. Finally, he made his way to the bar, where he took a seat, knowing fully well that if he wanted information, the bar was the place to be.The bartender, a man with multiple piercings and a tattoo of a skull on his arms, looked up at him, his expression unreadable. "What can I get for you?" he asked with a hint of annoyance.Rex even with the mask smirked, "A bottle of Long Island Iced Tea, dawg," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. The bartender rolled his eyes but grabbed a bottle of the alcoholic drink and started pouring it into a glass. As he did so, he glanced at Rex, taking in his size and muscular build. "You sure you can handle all that?" he asked, his voice laced with sa
"Is Sir Davis training new guards? I thought his company focused on scientific research," Rex inquired, his expression reflecting confusion. His understanding of Sir Davis was that the company primarily centered around scientific endeavors with minimal diversification.Hearing his words, the woman chuckled, elegantly brushing aside some hair strands with her fingers before responding, "What you perceive is precisely what Sir Davis intends you or everyone to perceive; everything he does is a masquerade.""A masquerade?""Yes, a masquerade. Sir Davis's ambitions are extensive, to a degree where no one truly comprehends his objectives. As far as I am aware, he has been taking in numerous orphans from the streets into his company, and they simply vanish without a trace. Not only them but from what I heard, he has also been taking a lot of people with cancers in their bodies, mostly those without backgrounds.""Surely the government should have noticed these anomalies. Why haven't they tak
With the growth of science, humans finally decided to venture into the research regarding cancer.With this, there have been few theories regarding the possibility of cancer extending the human lifespan. One theory suggests that cancer cells when they divide uncontrollably, may inadvertently stimulate the regeneration of healthy cells in the body. This process, known as "cancer cell senescence," could potentially prolong the lifespan of an individual, but it has yet to be proven true.Another theory posits that cancer cells may possess certain "immortalizing" properties that allow them to evade the aging process. These cells may be able to maintain their youthful characteristics for longer periods of time, potentially leading to a longer lifespan for the individual.Now, imagine a world leader with immense wealth, fame, and power; what truly unnerves them is the specter of aging and mortality. Now picture if Davis were to proclaim a remarkable breakthrough in his research, suggesting
Unable to find peaceful rest, Rex awoke at 5:55 am, sitting on his bed, he couldn't help but ponder about his pre-departure tasks. "I need to transfer funds for Isabella's safekeeping. Who knows, I might not make it through this mission," he chuckled softly, trying to hide his anxiety. "Secondly, should I send Jeffrey ahead to manage the organization? No, I can't fully trust him yet. Perhaps hiring a detective to unearth and document corrupt individuals within my company, for now, is a better idea. If I make it back alive then it will be easier to swiftly wipe them out."Aware that time was swiftly ticking before his mission commenced, Rex with newfound resolution, reached for his phone on the bedside table and dialled a number, detailing the mission he had in mind to the recipient.Following a brief conversation, he ended the call with a soft sigh, rose from the bed, and began his workout routine right inside his room. Thankfully it was spacious enough to do some pushups, squatting a
Greenland Country, Greenwood forest.The forest stretched out majestically, its emerald foliage reaching for the azure sky above. At the forest's center, a meandering road cut a path through the verdant expanse, a silent witness to the teeming life that surrounded it. From the treetops to the forest floor, a chorus of birds melodies and the rustling of small creatures filled the air with an effervescent energy, painting the scene with an untamed yet lively spirit.VrrrrrrrMeanwhile, at the middle of the road, a car with a sleek, menacing black, cyberpunk shape speed through the bumpy forest. Its military-grade design made it look tough. Inside it, more than twenty notorious criminals were filled in it. Mixed among them was Rex, with his hair, cut low, dressed in orange colour prisoner clothes with his hands cuffed.It turns out that the only way for him to get in was through a certain police officer mixing him among the criminals who would be transported to Sir Davis and trained int
Day 2Clank ~In a white metallic-looking room with a single white bed and a big space. Armstrong lay on it with bruises all over his body as he winched from the pain he sustained from last night's fight.It turns out each of them was assigned a trainer based on their body size. Meanwhile, he was assigned the red-haired lady named Selena as his trainer.Thinking back to how brutal she was with her punches and kicks, Armstrong shivered as he lay on his bed.Suddenly, a voice echoes through the speaker which is in his room.“Armstrong, your attention is needed by your trainer”Hearing those words, with a groan of protest, Armstrong forced himself up and staggered towards the training room, reaching there he saw Selena already dressed in her combat clothes."Dress up." She said coldly.Not daring to waste time, Armstrong wore his clothes.As soon as he wore his clothes, Selena attacked, launching a brutal kick right on his chest.Bang!So fast!Armstrong was barely able to respond as the
Day 7After being in here for a long time, Armstrong finally adapted to the life of constant brutal training which improved his fighting skills, and even his shooting skills experienced a leap under the harsh drill of Captain Franklin.As for his food and bathing water, Armstrong always felt his body itching and getting hotter whenever he took them which he takes as something normal.With how low profile Armstrong remained, after three weeks, the tapes they kept on them started reducing as they switched on focusing on King Scar, Tech Lord, Yeager and others who suddenly started showing immersive experiences in their strengths and intelligence.Although he also undergoes such, he doesn't dare reveal it, lest he step into the limelight which will make him have a hard time accomplishing his mission. With no one to converse to, Armstrong, with the constant humiliation from King Scar didn't have any friends to converse to and had to spend his days fighting, training his shooting skills and