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
Slade's eyes returned to normal, and Lord Jendall could not see the abrupt metamorphosis. Staring at the building from the standpoint, Slade couldn't help but stare in awe of the beauty of the villa. He had walked this lane for almost an hour, but he had never seen a villa as grandiose and exhuastively stylish as this. Standing in front of this villa made him discover that there was a mountain backdrop highlighting the aesthetics of the estate. The view was immaculate. "Let's just not stand here. Let's see if it's to your fittings." Lord Jendall insisted and led him towards the villa. The greenery of the lawn, and clearness of the pool were just too ethereal to be real. When Slade got to the doorstep, there was a whirring sound that come from the center of the door. It was a robotic activity that pushed out what looked like a camera from the middle of the door. "Since nobody has ever lived here, and you are the new owner, you have to register your face and finger prints in case
In the Langley villa, the atmosphere was tensed and there were hostile chatters flying around the space. All eyes were wild and mean, all for the same motive. Vixton was one of the people who was displeased and restless. He was pacing the foyer, to and fro. He just kept mumbling and muttering to himself. He was entirely red from rage. "We cannot let that bastard go scotfree.""That's right we've got to do something about him.""People like him should be made to eat their boots and die licking their own poo! So that in their next lifetime they wouldn't dare to mess with people beyond their class.""But why did Ceballos suddenly wanted us to go?""I'm more worried about how that bastard was able to maneuver his way and stop those thugs from shooting him.""What a joke! He's an ex-convict. A prisoner has nothing but time. He probably have been doing some workout, which must have given him a delusion to think that he can just do what he wants.""I'm sure my cousin will not let this slid