Arnold was a beast. An unstoppable one. He continued without a single break, making a mark on Wall Street — a mark that would not be so easily forgotten.This time, he was doing it singlehandedly. Not as a mere protege of Mr Xiu. But, as his own person, his own boss. And, damn, that felt so good.As time passed, his profit increased massively. His profit increased in such a way that he started a random investment company. It was a company that dealt mainly on investing in other conglomerate business in order to swallow them at their lowest point. He would buy their shares and earn management right, and when they were going through a low time, he would step in and buy the company. He'd gotten this idea after he successfully did the same with the big boy investors—the paper nylon company he'd bought from them—and he saw how profitable it was.Asides from the investment company, he also resumed stable supply of the metal bullets to his customer gang and they were paying him cool cash for
“Rocky?!” The name left Arnold's lips for the umpteenth time as he locked gazes with Lisa's supposed spouse. The burly-looking man gazed at him with fire in his eyes and jaw clenched, and Arnold knew if looks could kill, he'd have burned to ashes right there on the bed.What kind of insane position had he just gotten himself into? He was fucking his client's wife. Oh shit! Arnold couldn't get his head around it all, and with his teeth clenched, he wondered why Nexus hadn't told him Lisa was Rocky's wife the first time he’d appraised her.Did the system not know? Or was this part of a larger scheme in store for him? With several questions racing through his mind, Arnold remained transfixed on the bed as he continued to think. Also, why was Rocky living in a rented apartment? Arnold almost laughed at the rhetorical question, even though nothing was funny. Rocky was the leader of the gang for which he supplied bullets, and by all accounts, the man, or the group rather, had lots of mo
Arnold heaved himself up from the floor with a hefty grunt, his eyes flying about the room in search of his clothes. The first step in defeating Rocky, who was still yelling at Lisa, was to find his clothes and dress up. The second step was to seek assistance from the system store, as Nexus had advised, and the third step...? He had no idea what that would entail, but he’d have to figure it out, though.Right now, though, his utmost priority was getting dressed so he could get back on top of this mess he'd somehow created.Crawling about the room and picking up his clothes, Arnold let out a sign and an agonizing wince now and then.First, he wore his shirt. Then he put on his pants and socks. And soon, he was done dressing. Looking around the disorganized room, he noticed a towel and grabbed it to clean his bloodied face. His hands trembled too much to wipe away all signs of blood thoroughly, but he gave it his all. While he was cleaning himself, though, Rocky was still yelling at
Arnold listened as a bloodied and battered Rocky answered his questions about the gang, providing information as well as other interesting details about how they functioned. Despite how angry he was at the gang boss, Arnold was impressed by his resourcefulness and intelligence. But, well, he needn’t be surprised. After all, Rocky was the gang's leader, and it stood to reason that he should know everything. "...as you can see..." Rocky took a pause, coughing and wincing before continuing. "My gang is just a local gang that steals illegal goods from other gangs and profits from the sales."“Hmmm.” Arnold hummed, scratching the bridge of his nose in thought. He wasn't entirely convinced by this story. Because if Rocky's gang just stole illicit goods, why did they always demand additional metal bullets, and what about the fights they got into during those raids? Maybe he was telling the truth, and they required the bullets for defense and fortification of their base of operations. Th
Lisa smiled as Arnold escorted Rocky, who was injured and still hobbling, out of the apartment. Having no idea what this meant for her marriage, she could only wallow in the feeling that she was finally free from the clutches of the madman she called her husband, and Lisa couldn't be happier. Getting married to an alcoholic and self-centered human got six years had been a roller coaster ride for Lisa.Sure, he provided her with whatever she needed financially—which was the primary reason she'd persevered and stayed with him all these years—but what about the days when he came home raving at her like a lunatic?He might have had a difficult day at work or with his gang mates, and he always vented his rage on her. He'd refuse to eat her meal and even fuck her roughly, regardless of whether she was in the mood. All these and more Lisa had to endure.Most times, she’d get sick from all the abuse as expected, and worse still, her hormones wouldn't let her take anything without the drugs
Arnold took a cautious step out of his automobile and looked around.It was a crisp evening, and the chilly breeze felt pleasant on his skin. The air also felt good on Arnold's short black hair, and he let out a soft sigh as it ruffled.He loved the wind. It had a relaxing effect on him, and if he needed to clear his mind from confused thoughts, he'd stroll outside to chill.However, as much as he wanted to stay and savor this moment, Arnold knew he couldn't. Today was not a day to unwind. Instead, it was the day he was supposed to meet with the Heloise gang members. He'd told Rocky to meet with his men and get them ready, and the former gang boss had texted him this address earlier today. Now he was here—in a large open field with big trees and bushes surrounding it. He quickly studied his surroundings, and other than the eerie silence, nothing out of the ordinary was going on. He enjoyed how peaceful everywhere looked, and he was delighted with the place Rocky had chosen for th
"Make it rain." As Arnold made that statement, he looked up at the sky with an almost unbreakable concentration. It didn't take long at all. A chopper swooped overhead, flashing a powerful light down the ground below, lighting every nook and cranny of the vast field where Arnold stood with the gang members just two minutes after he made the phone call. Murmurs erupted from the assembled crowd, and Arnold could hear many of them inquire. "What the hell is going on?" Arnold heard Rocky inquire at the same time too. "Mr. Stone, What exactly is going on?"The limping man sounded terrified, and Arnold just chuckled. "Oh, you'll see what happens soon. Let's say in 5...4...3...2...1 and go." With that remark, the helicopter's lights faded, and something else occurred. The chopper's jaws sprang wide, and dollar notes flew out like bullets, showering down like hail. The paper bills flew everywhere, causing the gang members to shout and run around as the entire scene devolved into chaos.
"Hello, Arnold." Arnold sighed gently in delight as Jia's smooth and sexy voice resonated through the phone line. Hearing her sweet voice after so long was a dream come true, and he was only now realizing how much he'd missed it. "Good day, Jia. How are you doing?” He felt himself smile into the phone and heard Jia’s gentle chuckle on the other end too."I’m doing okay, you?""Same, same.""Well, that's wonderful to hear. And to what do I owe this phone call?" Jia's voice had an undertone of curiosity that he was accustomed to though it never failed to amuse him. Clearing his throat, he answered her query, his grin expanding unconsciously. "Well, it might interest you to know that I'm currently outside the hospital."“Huh? What hospital? As in, my hospital?" Jia sounded perplexed as if she didn't believe him, which made him laugh softly into the receiver. "As in, in your hospital." With a gentle snicker, he clarified. "I also brought you dinner if that's of any help."“Wow. Did y