At the city medical center later in the day.The doors to the emergency surgical theater opened in a moment, and Brad was taken out on a medical facility bed with his abdomen half totally wrapped. A throng of people encircled him. The large, burly man with the long beard and mustache was in the lead of the group.The person in question was Mr. Mickelson, the head of the most infamous gang in the city."Doctor Tim, How is my son doing? First, Mr. Mickelson enquired.The physician let out a sigh. His life is not in danger, but there is a lot of damage to his genitalia. I worry that he won't be able to recover fully."What?" When he heard this, Mr. Mickelson's demeanor significantly changed."Aren't you all capable of performing your jobs? Can't you even tend to such a little wound? Mr. Mickelson angrily grabbed the physician by the garment collar."Sir, we've done everything, but it seems that the damage is simply too serious. "It wasn't an easy task to preserve his life either," the doc
Back at Mickelson's luxurious office, the scar-faced leader, battered and bruised, entered with trepidation. Mickelson, seated behind his imposing desk, glared at him with a mix of anger and impatience."Well? What happened?" Mickelson demanded, his voice low and threatening.The scar-faced leader, still catching his breath, recounted the events in the alley. He spoke of the unexpected turn at how strong Henry seemed to be, detailing how he effortlessly incapacitated the thugs and left him unconscious.Mickelson's face darkened with each word, his fingers tapping impatiently on the desk. When the scar-faced leader finished, Mickelson erupted in a fit of rage."You let a little scum humiliate you? In front of others who saw you fit to be their commander?" Mickelson bellowed, his face turning crimson with anger.The scar-faced leader, desperate to salvage some semblance of respect, pleaded, "Boss, he was no ordinary man. He fought like a trained assassin."Mickelson slammed his hand on t
Henry, though battered and surrounded, stood defiant. "I'm not afraid of you, Mickelson."Mickelson chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes. "You should be."As Mickelson approached, he signaled to his henchmen. "Bring them to my office. We'll settle this once and for all."The scar-faced leader, now caught between Mickelson and his vendetta against Henry, hesitated. Mickelson, sensing his subordinate's conflicting loyalties, sneered, "You have a problem, my loyal thug?"The scar-faced leader, torn between fear and resentment, shook his head. "No, boss. We'll do it your way."And so, Henry and Emily were escorted to Mickelson's imposing office, a place they had never imagined setting foot in under such dire circumstances. The atmosphere was tense as Mickelson took his seat behind the desk, his henchmen flanking him."Sit," Mickelson ordered, his tone dripping with authority.Henry and Emily reluctantly took the chairs in front of Mickelson's desk, their eyes locked with defiance.Mickel
Finally, with a quiet click, the ropes around Henry's wrists loosened. He subtly stretched his fingers, testing the regained mobility. The scar-faced leader, still lost in his monologue, failed to notice the subtle change.Taking a deep breath, Henry made eye contact with Emily, silently conveying that the moment of opportunity had arrived. He drew the scar-faced leader's attention, interrupting the ongoing tirade."You know, I don't suppose you have any snacks around here, do you?" Henry feigned nonchalance, as if the dire situation hadn't affected him.The scar-faced leader scowled, his patience wearing thin. "This is not a joking matter. Mr Mickelson wants you guys to be dealt with. Next time, you won't dare him."Henry, seizing the moment, leaned forward in his chair, feigning concern. "Look, my poor wife here," he nodded toward Emily, "she's been feeling a bit weak. Maybe she's hungry and thirsty. You wouldn't want her passing out on you, would you?"The scar-faced leader, moment
Few days later, the Millers family gathered at the company for the Miller's annual celebration that was held every half of the year. Most of the workers were dressed casually. Some of them were eating, drinking and chatting.However, they thought all was well not knowing that Mr Mickelson and his menacing henchmen had arrived at the Millers' group annual gathering.Ordering his men, they stormed into the company, surrounding everyone. Panic and suppressed murmurs flew across the room as everyone who were in the hall couldn't believe their eyes.The city's most feared gang was here. And it only means one thing: Danger.Mr. Mickelson, dressed in a black suit and a hat, surveyed the scene with a cold, calculating gaze. His scar-face luteninat approached, whispering instructions to the henchmen. The plan was clear – locate Henry and Emily and bring them before Mickelson.The Millers who were having their own private gathering upstairs, enjoying a seemingly ordinary family gathering, were
Angered at what Mr Mickelson did, Henry drove off to the building where Mr. Mickelson and his vicious gang stayed.As Henry moved closer to the center of the criminal empire, he discovered that the building had no light outside except for one or two street lights that stood far from each other. The darkness helped to hide his presence. Nestled in his stronghold, Mr. Mickelson never saw Henry's bold action coming. The criminal leader was unaware that there was someone whose rage was capable of bringing down his empire.Mr Mickelson had beaten more than he could chew. So he should choke on it.When Henry entered the lair, he found Mickelson's underlings to be the first line of defense as he broke inside the building. The narrow corridors inside the building turned into a battlefield as Henry launched an indiscriminate attack with all of his might.Bones were snapped, fists crashed into flesh, and the air was filled with the stenc
Immediately Henry said those words, someone entered the room. Surprised, Henry looked up to find Elena, the mysterious woman who had saved them, standing at the door of the room with a gun in her hand. "Didn't expect me, did you?" Elena's voice cut through the air.Henry, momentarily caught off guard, recovered quickly. "What are you doing here, Elena?"Elena, gripping the gun with steely, explained, "I have business with Mickelson. He's responsible for an accident that put my father in a coma for ten years. It's time he paid for it."Henry, assessing the situation, realized that Elena's vendetta against Mickelson might have prompted her to help them the other time.Elena has been monitoring Mr Mickelson and his gangs for over seven years now, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. She was aware when Mr Mickelson abducted Henry and Emily, and she decided to help them when all the odds were against them.And now that Henry had created that golden opportunity for her to strike
"Yesterday, during an investigation, it was discovered that Mr Mickelson had committed suicide after one of his gang members rebelled against him. The fight caused most of Mr Mickelson men to die and Mr Mickelson, not wanting to die at the hands of one of his members, took his own life in the process." The newscaster broadcasted the 8'o o'clock news from the television.Vanessa who was seated in the room when the news was said was elated at the turn of events."Oh my god! Thank goodness! I never expected something this marvelous to happen! She shouted so loud that it made other members of the family gather in the living room."What happened, Vanessa? Why are you shouting?" Robert asked, a bit anxious.She dropped the glass of wine she was drinking and turned towards them. " Look at the news," she pointed out. "I don't want to spoil the surprise."The rest who were eager to know what Vanessa was talking about turned their gaze to the television.The news headlines read as follows: "Mr