It was a beautiful afternoon, and Mr. Xiu sat in his comfortable living room, waiting for Arnold. He'd sent for the younger man earlier today. They needed to talk about something serious, and Mr. Xiu had a lot of questions for his protégé. Mr. Xiu couldn't stop thinking about the news and the things they'd labeled Arnold as since he saw it last night. It made him concerned that Arnold was spiraling out of control. Most importantly, he needed to confirm that everything he'd heard and seen on television the night before was a lie, and only Arnold could confirm if it were genuine. Damn! The words of the reporter who had mentioned Arnold repeatedly repeated in Mr. Xiu's thoughts. There had been reports about the death of a notorious mobster, who had been none other than Kein, Xiu's childhood friend as well as the one he'd just reconciled with a few days before, and while he'd been surprised at first, he'd heard the most suspicious news. The suspects who had queued up in connection wi
Arnold couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd been asked to choose between the gang and Mr. Xiu, and he was now disoriented and confused. Arnold had never felt so helpless in his life. And he was torn as he peered at Mr. Xiu, looking into the eyes of the guy who had practically altered his life from wreckage to riches. Arnold suddenly found himself in a quandary as he sought to deliberate and consider his choices. Should he remain faithful to Mr. Xiu by severing all links with his gang, or should he do the opposite? Or should he take another drastic action? Arnold could influence Mr. Xiu, or he could try to be clever and be on the receiving end of both options. 'You're right, Arnold. You must consider carefully. You understand why you're doing this, and you understand how much you've sacrificed to get here. Mr. Xiu may want the best for you but remember that in the same way he helped you, you also benefited him. With Nexus, you both accomplished too many trading feats that no
"Damn, you, Arnold Stone!" Mr. Black mumbled, his teeth clenched. "You may be winning this battle right now, but I'll be damned if I let you claim victory at the end." The words were delivered with such malice that they almost sounded like a curse, but he didn't mind. Mr. Black returned his gaze to the television and listened as the news reporter went on and on about the recent gang activity in the city. Arnold, of course, was orchestrating these events. Arnold Stone was a lunatic, a brilliant individual, and Mr. Black would be lying if he said he didn't feel frightened by him. He was terrified at the prospect of Arnold ascending to the renowned throne as the leader of the dangerous world of underground crime. Despite his loathing and dread of the guy, Mr. Black couldn't deny the admiration, pride, and satisfaction he felt when he thought of his battle with Stone. It felt kind of... good. He felt better knowing that someone in the world would dare to issue such a challenge—not that
"Here's your chocolate drink, my love." Arnold replied, handing Jia the steaming mug he was holding, and she accepted it with a little smile. They were both sitting on one of Arnold's couches in his living room, and he was watching Jia sip from her cup with interest. She was lying in his arms, enjoying the nighttime cuddle session that had just become their thing. Her hand was resting on his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly toying with his shirt buttons. Despite the intimate moment between them, a nervous aura hung over them. Arnold could tell Jia was feeling the same way. The air surrounding them felt thick and heavy, which wasn't a negative thing, but it didn't seem right either. Also, Jia had been staring into space for a long now, and her gaze would occasionally wander to the apartment's ceiling before returning to his face when she realized she was being watched. Even her fingers, playing with his shirt, would freeze and continue. It was a touch disconcerting, and Arnold
Arnold sat alone in the dimly lit VIP office of his gang’s headquarters, his mind racing with determination and apprehensive anticipation. The time had come for him to make a risky move, one that would change his life forever. He had resolved to reveal himself as the fabled "Ghost of Wall Street."It was a significant step on his route to becoming the most powerful man alive, and with the rate at which his reputation was increasing, Arnold knew it wouldn't be long until he achieved his goal. Announcing himself as the nameless 'Ghost Of Wall Street' could not only assist the business world in gaining more trust in the enigmatic entrepreneur, but it would also provide the public with clues as to who he was.For years, Mr. Xiu, the original 'Ghost Of Wall Street,' had operated in the shadows, adopting the alias to navigate the stock trading world. He'd been on top of the game for decades while remaining invisible to everyone else. He was a brilliant trader, dealing with various financia
Rocky's mind raced guiltily as he cautiously walked through the poorly illuminated streets and alleyways. He wasn't meant to be here. He had no business doing this. Even though he told himself all of this, his feet continued to carry him onward to his target. His feet walked ahead because of something other than the natural yearning for adventure—there was a purpose for this. He had a good reason for going to such lengths to betray his boss, Arnold Stone. Yes! He was rebelling against his boss by planning to give some top-secret information to their adversary, but he didn't care. Rocky was unconcerned. Arnold had just introduced himself as the revered and unknown Ghost Of Wall Street, much to everyone's surprise. He'd made a video, and with a steady and determined voice, he'd addressed the camera directly, disclosing his true identity. Rocky had initially assumed it was a prank or a publicity ploy when he proclaimed to the gang that he, indeed, was the Ghost Of Wall Street. Arnol
"A full-fledged gang war is said to have erupted in the downtown district. Are you aware of this?"Shao Zu, Lucas' supervisor, posed the inquiry, and Lucas' eyes opened.He hadn't expected to be summoned to the office on such short notice, and honestly, he was surprised. “Woah. What kind of gang war?" In answer, he questioned, and the annoyance on his boss's face told him he definitely shouldn't have asked that question. Shao Zu sighed and squeezed his nasal bridge. "Don't be a moron and ask me stupid questions, Lucas. You're the boss around here for various reasons, one of which is knowing vital information.""I'm sorry about that, sir.""Sorry, Lucas, doesn’t cut it. You're meant to know everything firsthand, but the situation is reversed here. It would help if you fastened your seatbelt. This is not what you are paid to accomplish. You don’t want the top boss to hear about your incompetence.”Lucas felt a shiver ran down his spine when the top boss was mentioned. The top boss was
The evening air was tense when Arnold entered through the gate of the opulent restaurant where Lucas, his former best friend turned rival, had requested to meet. He felt a little apprehensive, and his fingers twitched simultaneously.Arnold hadn't seen the motherfucker in months, and with no idea why he'd been invited tonight, he could only assume how things would pan out. He was still astonished to receive a call from Lucas and even more surprised to be invited to dinner. Arnold had tried to ask Nexus what this meant for him. Still, as usual, when he needed his system the most, the artificial individual was nowhere to be found, leaving him to confront the situation alone. He couldn't say he couldn't, but Arnold could, and he seemed excited to meet Lucas.Arnold had seen Vera in a miserable situation every time he'd seen her, and he wanted to see Lucas as well. He was curious to see if Vera's marital woes would also be projected onto Lucas. 'Marital problems or crises' Whatever th