Not even the affluent clintele could mutter. They were all mellow and scared. The patriach of the Langley family had just ordered silence. Who dared to speak?!While all these were happening, Slade was quite confused. Why did it always seem like he was always being defended and protected by ladies? The manner at which Candyce was trying to shield and protect him was quite touching and unusually moving. Earlier, it was his nanny who was always trying to protect him. And now, it was Candyce. Slade's attention shifted when he noticed a change in the demeanor of the chairman. The man took two steps closer. His face had become more cruel, and it lacked every iota of concern. "Will you just stand there idle?" The Chairman growled the words. No one knew what he meant by this at first. He obviously looked past Candyce and was glaring at Slade, but what he had just said was definitely not directed at Slade. "You fucking slings of worms!!!" He roared again. At this point, legs began to sh
Hushed whispers started flying around. The name that Chairman Langley had just mentioned was not just a name that could be spoken so lightly. It was a significantly powerful name that made men wet their pants at the sound of it. So many of the clinetele wished they could escape right at this moment even though they weren't the one in the scope. They just didn't want to be in the vicinity where the name of Ceballos was being mentioned. Anyone could bear the name Ceballos, but Velasco Ceballos? No one dared to answer that name in public except just one man! His notorious feat precedes his name!Ceballos was not only just violent; he's extremely sadistic. He has allowed himself to be engulfed in taking pleasure in both psychology torture and physical brutality. There is a rumor that he has an underground torture chamber in an abandoned monastery, where his victims were subjected to nightmarish punishment. His signature punishment was disemboding his victims slowly over days as he used a
When Candyce felt his towering presence in front of her, she started shuddering, biting her lips and picking her fingers. She was too scared to lift her head and look him in the eyes. She has always heard about Ceballos but had never met him in person. Meeting him in person was much more than she was prepared for. His presence was very much befitting of the name he had made. Slade realised what was happening right now. He noticed that Candyce was about to collapse in the presence of this Ceballos. He walked forward and stood next to Candyce. He placed his arm around her shoulders and squeezed one of her shoulders. Candyce instinctively looked at Slade. She saw how cold and unbothered Slade looked. Not in the slightest way did he look like someone who was under pressure. "Step to the back. I will handle this matter." Slade said to her in a deep voice. Candyce swallowed at first as she stared at him in awe. She didn't know what he was up to. But just hearing him speak and judging by
Ceballos had said this so casually as though cutting someone's arm off was like throwing a can in the garbage truck. The axe that he had tossed at Slade hit Slade in the chest and dropped on the floor. The force at which the head of the axe hit Slade in the chest would have made any man stagger to the back before gaining a strong stance again. But Slade remained undaunted where he was. His eyes didn't even squint in pain at the contact. He just kept staring at Ceballos, who had given such an instruction. Ceballos believed that Slade would not dare to refute his orders. If Slade was in his right mind, he would amputate his arm right in that moment and do as told. That's exactly what was expected of him. Nobody in his right mind in that room would ever dare to ignore the command of Ceballos. Slade slowly looked away from Ceballos to the axe, which was lying at his feet. He bent down slowly and picked it up. Everyone was anticipating what would happen. Would Slade really cut off his
Ceballos remained grounded in that spot for another few moments. It would seem as though he had just seen a ghost break-dancing. Even though he was a tough man, yet his eyes couldn't help but almost popped out of the sockets. The guests were way too stupefied to make a comment at this point. They had all just seen what Slade had done. No one within a humane capacity would have been able to pull what Slade had just pulled off. This young man who is known as a troublemaker. Who is he? Was he not making mouth earlier? Was he really strong enough to make Ceballos cower in his presence?Everyone was left in total shock and cluelessness. Slade slowly turned around to look at Ceballos. Ceballos was still staring like a lost sheep. This tattoo! This tattoo on the neck of Slade! It was no ordinary tattoo. It was a very distinct mark of initiation that could never be carried by just any common man! In fact, this tattoo is linked to the most powerful underground stealth ghost, Niel Rim-Adon
The waiting area soon became relatively empty as the guests vacated the premises. It felt like a sort of simulation to the Langley and Paxton family. This can not be happening. Especially not on a great and beautiful day like this. The Langley family was all gathered in one corner of the area. The Paxton family quickly joined them, too. They didn't want to be the only one standing by themselves. Some relatives of the Paxton and Langley family had fled with the guests, too. The thugs of Ceballos didn't look like they were there to play. Just a word from Ceballos and they would pounce on the people.Chairman Langley was very displeased, but there was nothing he could do. He was not a fool. He could tell right now that things have changed against his favor. Although he had called Ceballos, Ceballos was no longer taking orders from him. The other members of the family were equally displeased. But since the patricach of the family could not do anything about the situation, who were they
Slade remained clueless as he stood there staring at Ceballos and his men.Why was Ceballos bowing, didn't him and his men clear the room to beat him to stupor?"What is this?" Slade asked eventually, after doing all the questioning in his head but never got an answer. Ceballos lifted his body slowly to look at Slade, but he didn't directly look into his eyes at first. Slade noticed this.The Ceballos who was looking down on him earlier. Who was staring down at him as though he was a piece of junkyard, was now reluctant to look him in the eyes? What a peculiar twist. "Forgive me and my men for being so rude to you. We must have lost our minds for a moment." Ceballos continued, now building the courage to at least arch his face to hold up the frame of Slade. "We didn't know who you were until now. If you do not spare us, we absolutely deserve your fierce judgement." He added, bowing his head to the floor again. Slade hated what was happening right now. He didn't hate the fact that
Jendall Kurtis's Villa.Candayce was pacing to and fro, from one corner of the room to the other. She was restless, unwilling to sit even though she had been told for the hundredth time. Jendall's eyes followed her as she moved back and forth. He was sitting in a reclining car, an aid for his old back. There were a couple of men behind him. All of a sudden, Candyce stopped pacing and started walking to her father. "You should sit." Her father urged, signaling at one of the many couches in sight. "I'm worried. Something bad might have happened to him. I don't know what this feeling is." Candyce's eyes were wild as she stake the claim. There was a shade of horror idling in the corner of her face. "Didn't you say that you watched him take care of some men all by himself? I think he should be able to protect himself. I have faith in him." Lord Jendall acclaimed, looking quite confident. "That was against the bodyguards of the Langley family!!! I'm talking about Ceballos himself! Ceb