***** Like every other place, Riverton City also has its own share of dons—rulers of the underworld domains, and Frosh happens to be among the well-known ones, particularly in the slum area. He is recognized not only for his overprotectiveness toward his younger brother but also for his courage, ruthlessness, and, most notably, his status as a ranked fighter—one of the attributes that make one a fearsome figure in Riverton City. Frosh initially started as a low-level street thug, climbing to power after his brother was brutally assaulted for harassing the younger sister of a crime lord several times more powerful than him at that time. That night, Frosh secretly infiltrated the don’s home, eliminated him, and took over his territory, turning him into who he is today. The crowd, recalling this history, couldn't help but suddenly shudder, wondering what the madman—who had risked his life to kill someone far more powerful than himself simply because they had punished his broth
***** "This…" Xavier, his mother, and the neighborhood residents were suddenly left in shock after hearing Frosh’s frosty words. Their jaws dropped afterward and they struggled to react for what felt like an eternity before eventually, their eyes widened significantly. ‘He—he would commit a mass murder because…’ Xavier thought with disbelief while the neighbors, who had tried looking for Frosh’s good grace earlier, became horrified. “M—master Frosh! Plea—please don’t kill me! I only came here to sightsee!” “Master Frosh, please mercy!” They began to wail desperately, knocking their heads against the floor while sobbing pitifully, but Frosh‘s murderous expression did not waiver a bit, instead, he stepped heartlessly and vicious forward while his men followed with menacing expressions on their faces. “I’ve always known my gossipy nature will be my end!!” “I shouldn't have left my grandchild’s breakfast to gossip!” The entire residents broke down, greatly regretting the
***** “This—what’s going on?” The residents, momentarily stunned, exchanged bewildered glances before mumbling in unison, “How could those slum rats possibly be connected to someone whom even the legendary Master Frosh treats with respect, despite not being recognized?” ——- As earlier mentioned, Laura and her husband had spent most of their lives on this street, only relocating and returning within a matter of three years, so they knew nearly everyone in the neighborhood. Initially, the couple had been on friendly terms with almost everyone, but after their return, they were suddenly ostracized, loathed, and treated with contempt by everyone who constantly mocked them for falling from grace and raising a murderer. Even those who had tried to maintain a relationship with them at the start, believing they still had some of their child’s wealth, dropped all pretense upon seeing how miserable they had become, and as a result, the whole neighborhood—regardless of age or financial
*****For a moment after the black Audio was gone, nobody could react and the entire area fell into an eerie silence, staring in disbelief and trying to wrap their brain around what had just happened while Frosh felt a sudden chill creeping through his veins. No matter what he did, he wasn't able to return to his senses, leaving his men helpless and confused after they returned to their senses until they exchanged glances, and then one of them carefully approached him. “B—boss, are we still following the original plan?” the person asked, breaking the deafening silence that had filled the area. The next second, the neighbors remembered their situation and broke out in a sweat, terrified to the core.They fearfully looked at Frosh and at the same time, Frosh’s eyes regained a bit of focus, but in the next second, his face turned charcoal black with rage, and his eyes became aggressive. “Silence!” He barked and sent out his palm, striking the terrified gang member on the chest
***** ‘Why does it feel like she’s always glaring at me?’ Xavier suddenly wondered as he glanced at the lady addressed as Dorothy behind the steering wheel, only to see her entirely focused. ‘Could I have been wrong?’ He wondered after noticing that the lady wasn’t even looking at him at all. Just as he was about to ignore the thought and mind his business, however, thinking he was only being paranoid, he caught sight of a pair of eyes sending a cold and scornful glare in his direction from the rear mirror. ‘I wasn’t imagining things,’ he thought helplessly, his frown deepening as he wondered if he had ever met or known the lady before. After pondering for a moment but failing to recall any memory of her, Xavier decided to dismiss the thought and turned his attention back to his mother lying on his lap, whose neck he was holding to prevent further blood loss. His heart sank again upon seeing her like this. Xavier clenched his teeth and his eyes flashed murderously. ‘I
*****“Grace Sky… Sky Group,” Xavier mumbled as he stared at the black and golden card in his hand, then turned it over and stared at the mobile number written there after which he stowed the card away, intending to call Grace after his mother recovered. This was what Xavier was thinking after Grace and her secretary, who seemed to hate him for no reason har disappeared when the door to his mother’s ward opened.Xavier hurriedly raised his head and upon seeing that it was the doctor who had entered not long ago exiting while removing the gloves from his hands, he forgot the thought in his mind and instantly stepped forward with concern. “How is my mother now?” he asked hurriedly, jolting the doctor, who was looking around as though searching for something, back to his senses. “Oh, I’ve stitched the cut on her neck, and she’s already receiving blood to replace what she lost.” “That—that’s great,” Xavier muttered and his rigid muscles unconsciously relaxed, feeling the immense
****** Inside the VIP hospital room that was equipped with all the basic amenities of a bedroom, Frosh, unaware of what his men were currently thinking or discussing, stood awkwardly still, appearing scared to advance. He no longer had the menacing aura of a don who had terrorized many; instead, he looked so frail, pale, and helpless at this moment, staring at the dull eyes of his blood-drained, pale brother lying pitifully and lifelessly on the bed. His legs felt too heavy at this moment to move, seeing the heavily bandaged stump where Frosh Junior’s arm used to be. This continued for what felt like an eternity before Frosh eventually clenched his fists and pushed himself to take a step forward. Upon doing so, he forced open his dry and heavy, calling out hoarsely, "Br—brother." Although his voice wasn’t loud, instead just barely above audible, Frosh Junior, whose spirit seemed to have long departed his body and who hadn’t heard even when Frosh entered, was jolted aw
***** ‘He still dared to be excited?’ Frosh Junior, on the bed, stared at his elder brother in disbelief and felt he was dreaming. He wanted to wipe his eyes and make sure he was seeing right, but then nothing would move, only making him realize that he had tried moving an empty air, as he was nothing more than a one-armed person now. In the next second, Frosh Junior’s eyes became filled with hatred as he growled. “Why are you laughing?!” Frosh was badly startled by this and he slowly stopped, focusing his gaze on his brother, confused about his sudden source of rage. “I—” “Are you that happy that I’m now in this condition and will no longer create trouble for you?” Frosh Junior inquired aggressively, making his elder brother freeze completely. Frosh couldn’t act nor react for a moment, instead, he stared blankly at his younger brother, refusing to believe he would think the way he just did. “You—you thought I was happy with your condition?“ He asked blankly, but then
*****The atmosphere in the conference room was so stifling at this moment, the tension so thick it was almost tangible, as every eye remained locked on Lucius. “He… he is really young master Lucius?” one of the representatives stuttered.“What’s he doing here?” Another murmured in a daze.“Wasn’t he the one who ordered our various companies to pressure Sky Group?”“Or… could he be here to finish them off?”Murmurs spread among the representatives, their confusion evident in their wary glances at Lucius, trying to decipher the reason behind Lucius’s presence.Grace, however, remained outwardly indifferent, though her heart churned with a mix of nervousness, confusion, and suspicion.‘What’s he doing here again?’ she wondered, her cold gaze on him. ‘Didn’t I already make it clear to him yesterday that I would never have anything to do with him again?’Finally, Mason.He still appeared utterly dumbfounded right now. His earlier fury completely vanished, replaced by an overwhe
*****The atmosphere in the conference room was so stifling at this moment, the tension so thick it was almost tangible, as every eye remained locked on Lucius. “He… he is really young master Lucius?” one of the representatives stuttered.“What’s he doing here?” Another murmured in a daze.“Wasn’t he the one who ordered our various companies to pressure Sky Group?”“Or… could he be here to finish them off?”Murmurs spread among the representatives, their confusion evident in their wary glances at Lucius, trying to decipher the reason behind Lucius’s presence.Grace, however, remained outwardly indifferent, though her heart churned with a mix of nervousness, confusion, and suspicion.‘What’s he doing here again?’ she wondered, her cold gaze on him. ‘Didn’t I already make it clear to him yesterday that I would never have anything to do with him again?’Finally, Mason.He still appeared utterly dumbfounded right now. His earlier fury completely vanished, replaced by an overwhe
*****The tension in the conference room was suffocating at this moment, a taut silence following Xavier's nonchalant words. “Again?” one of the representatives whispered, their astonishment breaking the stillness.Suppose the representatives had initially dismissed Xavier’s earlier remarks as a slip of the tongue or some misunderstanding, his repeated references to Grace as his wife left no room for doubt, the weight of this revelation, striking them like a tidal wave.Their eyes instinctively turned to Grace, knowing that if she had failed to hear Xavier before, she must have heard him clearly now. To their shock, however, her expression remained composed—eerily calm.This lack of denial instantly deepened the representatives’ confusion, and they exchanged dumbstruck glances, as though they’d just stumbled upon a secret capable of shaking the very foundations of the world.‘Grace is married?’ all thought in unison, their hearts pounding at this revelation.Mason, Honey, and
*****The conference room was still as death right now, the air heavy with tension.All eyes continued darting between Mason, who currently stood in stunned silence, acting as though he had just eaten a bunch of flies, and the handsome newcomer, who had just casually stridden in, exuding confidence, his easy demeanor somehow commanding attention.Different thoughts went through the representatives’ minds and their confusion cackled like static in the silence.This continued for what felt like an eternity until finally;“Hmph!” Honey broke the spell with a derisive snort.“What’s a nobody like you doing here?” Her voice dripped with disdain, fury, darkness, and coldness.“Huh…” The representatives blinked, stunned.‘Was he really not the powerful backer that brat had been arrogant about?’They thought, the realization hitting them like a punch.In the next instant, all their attention swung back to Mason, whose face was now a shade of crimson—embarrassment, anger, and disbeli
*****“So, President Mason, you said we only needed to wait a minute. It’s been almost three hours now since then. What exactly are we waiting for?” One of the representatives asked without standing up, now showing his complete disregard for Mason and the entire Sky group as a whole.While the question sounded as polite as possible, it was tinged with simmering frustration and unhappiness.They had thought that having been made to return to his senses, Mason would at least try to address them now, but contrary to their thoughts;Mason, slouched arrogantly in the president’s chair, shot the speaker a venomous glare, his irritation still lingering from his earlier defeat in the video game.“Then get the hell out of my company if you can’t wait again!” he snapped, his tone as sharp as broken glass.“This…” Everyone flinched, following which a stunned silence fell over the room, the representatives staring at Mason, their jaws slack with disbelief.“P-President Mason…” one of them
*****Back in Sky Group.“President Mason, what exactly are we waiting for?”The voice of Praise, one of the representatives suddenly cut through the heavy silence that had settled over the conference room like an oppressive fog, her question echoing what everyone in the room had been thinking for the past hour as their patience eroded like sand in an unforgiving tide.As soon as her voice sounded, all eyes immediately darted toward Mason, who had returned over an hour ago only to slump lazily in the president’s chair, hunched over his cell phone, completely absorbed in a video game.That’s right.One would have thought he would have addressed the room after his return, but no. As though he wasn’t the one they were waiting for, he had been frantically playing the video game since his return, his thumbs clicking rapidly across the screen of his cell phone, sweat glistening on his brow, as though he were locked in a life-or-death struggle in the virtual world.….“Die! Just die
*****”Young… young master,” a trembling voice abruptly broke the silence inside a lavish hotel room.The speaker was a flushed, naked woman who was currently sprawled across a king-sized bed, gazing up with watery eyes, her breath shallow and uneven.Perched on the edge of the bed, Lucius—equally unclothed—was just setting down his phone.His sharp, cold eyes immediately flicked toward the naked lady, and in the next instant, his expression darkened with unrestrained disgust.“Snap out of it already, you whore!” he barked, his voice cutting through the intimate atmosphere like a whip.“This…” The lady jolted as though slapped, the haze in her eyes dissipating like the wind.She stared at Mason in bewilderment, unsure how the man who had just shared a heated moment with her—whom they were just planning another round together could transform so quickly.She couldn’t react for a moment, but then recalling that this was how Lucius always turned cold and dismissive after getting wh
*****For a brief moment after Mason shattered the palpable tension in the room, silence reigned, everyone staring dazedly at him, frozen in disbelief.This stillness stretched on, only to be broken by the nervous shuffling of the representatives, who hastily wiped the beads of sweat from their brows, their gazes flitting nervously toward Grace, her earlier icy demeanor still fresh in their minds.‘As expected of the Ice Goddess,’ they thought uneasily, recalling the sheer weight of the presence she had released from a mere question alone.‘No wonder no one else from the company dared come, no matter what bonuses were promised,’ some of them thought, swallowing hard.Grace, meanwhile, sat motionless, her gaze fixated on Mason with a mixture of confusion and incredulity.She had been moments away from taking control of the situation, fully prepared to salvage what she could—even when she knew perfectly well that she’d ultimately lose the company to Mason.‘Why would he do that?’ th
***** At first, Grace had been deeply shaken by the coordinated actions of the partner companies, whose perfectly timed decisions to cut ties and demand repayment of debts seemed almost too calculated. The coincidence had been heavily weighing on her mind, and this was what she had been trying to process when Mason's sudden accusation hit her like a bolt of lightning. His words left her momentarily stunned. But as she regained her composure, her gaze fixed on Mason, her eyes narrowing, and her expression turning cold and resolute. “You… seriously believe I’d sabotage the company I’ve spent my life building?” she asked, her voice sharp and frosty, cutting through the charged silence like a blade. “What will a desperate witch not do?” A derisive snort responded, drawing everyone’s attention to the speaker, Honey, who was currently glaring venomously at Grace, her lips curling with spite. Grace’s brows immediately knitted with dissatisfaction. “What do you mean?” She ask