Supreme Trader

Chapter 86 Red Strike

The vehicles hurtled forward, like a gathering storm heralding an impending carnival.

Life was not always a glittering parade, just sporadic bursts of brilliance—aced exams, wedding night flames, and the sheer euphoria of parenthood. It's these fleeting sparks that ignited the souls of regular folks, urging them to dive headlong into the fray, to taste the excitement that gives their humdrum existence a spicy twist.

Among those gangsters in those vehicles, a collective yearning propelled them forward, a belief coursing through their veins that Edward, tailgating their formation, might conjure a year brimming with euphoria.

Try as they might, they couldn't fathom the imminent spectacle, an electrifying showdown that could set the world ablaze. Victory, whether seized by their old leader or the spry protege tailing him, was a dish best served without a side of regret. A ringside seat to an unbridled clash of titans—now that's the real McCoy.

Doubts may linger about the loyalty of the un