Miles couldn't resist smiling. He shifted his focus to the cluster of youthful men causing chaos. Their disappointment was evident as their efforts to create a disturbance failed. Miles nonchalantly walked over to them. "Sorry, sirs." Earlier, I couldn't avoid hearing about your worries. I'm wondering, have you made any recent purchases here yourselves?" The young men exchanged uneasy glances. One of them spoke up, "Well, no, but we heard—"Miles interrupted him in a kind manner. "I understand." As someone who is heavily involved in running this store, I can guarantee our dedication to providing quality products and ensuring customer satisfaction. Actually, we are aiming to enhance and broaden our services more extensively. But don't just take my word for it - why not give us a chance? I believe you will be happily shocked. The young men shifted uneasily, evidently caught off guard by the direct confrontation. Miles continued, saying, "I'll tell you something," as he reached into
Miles sighed, sinking back into his chair. "It's... complicated, Ethan. But I'll explain. You're aware of the November 10th ball, right?"Ethan nodded slowly. "The city's founding celebration? Of course. It's all anyone's been talking about lately.""Exactly," Miles said. "And do you know who hosts this ball?""The four biggest families in the city," Ethan recited. "The Autumns, The Lyons, The Bravos, and The Chariots."Miles leaned back, a grim smile on his face. "Precisely. And I believe the Chariots are behind this incident at our supermarket."Ethan's jaw dropped. "But... why? How can you be so sure?"Miles stood up again, his voice low and intense. "Because, Ethan, I think they know my secret. And they're gathering information on me before the ball.""Your secret?" Ethan echoed, confusion evident in his voice. "Miles, what are you talking about?"Miles waved his hand dismissively. "That's not important right now. What matters is that the Chariots are making moves against us, and
Miles' mind raced, piecing together the puzzle. "The Autumn birthday banquet... the gamble... Eren lost a significant amount of money to me that night.""That's right," Muddy whimpered. "He was furious. This whole scheme, disrupting your supermarket, it was all about revenge."Miles paced the room, his anger building. "So the heir to the Chariot family decides to play petty games because he couldn't handle losing a bet? Pathetic."Muddy saw an opportunity and seized it. "Mr. Autumn, please, I'm just a pawn in all this. I was following orders. Have mercy!"Miles paused his pacing and faced Muddy, his emotions impossible to decipher. Silently, he made his way to a warehouse nook and grabbed a metal rod. Muddy's eyes opened wide in fear. "Please, no!" I shared all information with you! I am willing to do whatever it takes! Miles slowly advanced, holding a pipe. Muddy, you are correct. You did inform us about everything. And with that, I'll keep this brief. With a sudden movement, Mile
Following the end of the call, Miles promptly dialed a different number. The phone rang multiple times before a rough voice picked up. "Hello Director Chen, Miles Autumn speaking." I hope I'm not disturbing any important matters. "Miles, how may I assist you?" The director was cautious yet friendly in his tone. "I'm having some trouble at my supermarket. Repeated disturbances, possible organized crime involvement. I was hoping you could send someone to investigate."A silence could be heard from the other side. Could this be related to the Chariot family in any way? Miles' hold on the phone grew stronger. "What is the reason for your inquiry?" "Just a hunch. We've been hearing whispers, Miles. Be careful who you're picking fights with.""I appreciate the concern, Director," Miles said smoothly. "But I can handle the Chariots. What I need is for these disturbances to stop. Can you help me or not?"Another pause. "Alright, Miles. I'll send someone over. But don't make me regret thi
The atmosphere in the temporary control room was tense as officers and negotiators gathered around a table, looking serious. Captain Rodriguez pounded his fist on the table, expressing his frustration through his voice. "Dammit! That negotiator just made everything worse. We've lost a hostage, and now those bastards inside are even more trigger-happy."Officer Chen, a seasoned veteran, leaned forward. "We need to change our approach, Cap. What if we send someone in with food? It could give us eyes on the inside."Rodriguez nodded slowly. "It's risky, but it might be our best shot. Who do we send?"As the officers debated, Miles stood at the edge of the group, listening intently. The police director noticed him and approached with a frown."Mr. Miles, this is a dangerous situation. You should leave for your own safety."Miles shook his head. "I can't just walk away, Director. Not when lives are at stake."The director sighed. "I appreciate your concern, but this is a job for trained p
Miles nodded solemnly. "Understood, Captain."The director sighed heavily. "I hope we're not making a terrible mistake here."As the team began to brief Miles on the plan, Elena approached him."Hey, Mr. Miles," she said, her tone softer than before. "I... I'm sorry for doubting you earlier. That was impressive."Miles gave her a small smile. "No apologies necessary, Officer Elena. You were right to be cautious. We're all on the same side here."Elena nodded. "Just... be careful in there, okay? Those guys aren't going to play nice.""I will," Miles assured her. "And when this is over, perhaps you'd be interested in some martial arts training?"Elena chuckled despite herself. "Let's focus on getting those hostages out first, hotshot."As the team finalized the details, Miles took a deep breath. He knew the dangers that awaited him inside that bank. But he also knew that sometimes, to protect what matters most, you have to be willing to risk everything.The food cart was prepared, and M
Captain Rodriguez shook his head grimly. "We can't risk it. Not with a gun to his chest. We need to wait for an opening." Back inside, Miles felt the cold press of the gun barrel against his ribs. He understood the urgency of taking action, but a single misstep could put everyone in the bank at risk. "Pay attention," Miles said in a calm tone, "you're in a difficult situation."“I understand. However, murdering captives will not enhance your circumstances. Why not discuss this? Perhaps we can discover a solution that avoids causing harm to anyone else.”The leader hesitated, his grip on the gun loosening slightly. "You think you can negotiate better than that idiot the cops sent earlier?" Miles nodded slowly. "I'm willing to try if you are. What do you say we start by letting some of these people go? Show of good faith." For a moment, it seemed like the leader might consider it. Then his eyes hardened. "Nice try, but I wasn't born yesterday. You're stalling." He turned to his accom
Miles seized the moment of distraction. "Listen, I have a proposition for you. One that could get you out of here alive."The leader's attention snapped back to Miles. "Talk fast.""Release the hostages," Miles said, gesturing to the terrified civilians huddled on the floor. "Keep me and the officer as your primary bargaining chips."Elena, who had been silently observing, spoke up. "Are you insane? We can't-"Miles cut her off with a sharp look. "Trust me, Officer. This is our best play."The leader laughed bitterly. "And why would we do that? These hostages are our insurance."Miles leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Because I'm worth more than all of them combined. I'm the son of a major political leader in the capital."Elena's eyes widened in shock. "What? But that's not-""Not public knowledge, I know," Miles interrupted smoothly. "But it's true. And it makes me a very valuable hostage."The robbers exchanged glances, uncertainty creeping into their body language.