"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
'...You can have her back. Do with her what you will."Vera's heart fell as the words escaped her husband's lips, and his voice echoed in her brain repeatedly.She felt horrible as she stared at him from her seat, vomit rising in her throat and angry tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Vera couldn't force herself to talk or voice a word while he continued speaking to Arnold, who was eagerly listening. She couldn't even argue with him, and her throat felt like something was caught in it. To say she felt embarrassed would be an understatement. She was ashamed, and when she caught a glimpse of Arnold's leading lady for the night, a stout disagreeable-looking woman, Vera noticed the hint of a smile, and her rage grew.Anger flashed across her face, and it took everything she had not to reach out and wipe the woman's dumb expression away. How dare Lucas disrespect her like this? How dare he treat her as if she were a commodity to be traded at hi
Arnold got an adrenaline thrill from seeing blood ooze from Lucas's lips. He welcomed the opportunity, and the rush that coursed through him as he delivered punch after punch to his friend-turned-foe was terrific. This was nothing compared to the joy he felt after killing Kein. This one was truly unique. It wasn't only a sense of accomplishment or pride. Instead, it was an overpowering exhilaration that he couldn't get enough of. Damn! He'd been planning this for a long time, how he'd thrashed the man who'd made him a laughingstock months before. The same man he'd once called his best friend but now despised like a disease—the man who gave him more pain than any other human being, who made him feel so empty inside that he felt it would last forever. Like an empty cavity with no way to fill it with whatever filled the gap, but fortunately for Arnold, he'd gotten past what Lucas had done to him. But he was still enraged. Rage and anguish were coursing through him, but there was somet