Brock stared at Gabriel, hatred oozing from every pore as he watched Gabriel approach. He muttered to himself, "Those bodyguards must have taught him a severe lesson. That's why he's coming to apologize."When Gabriel reached him, he stood silently, meeting Brock’s gaze without a hint of apology. Infuriated by Gabriel’s boldness, Brock's lips twisted into a scornful expression. "Do the needful before I turn into a beast," he ordered.Gabriel lifted his brows, feigning confusion. "And what, exactly, is the needful?""Apologize to me, fool," Brock yelled. "Isn't that why you came here?"Gabriel's face morphed into a mocking expression that took Brock aback. "Actually," he said, "I was thinking of apologizing for taking down your bodyguards, but now I realize that was a stupid thought."Brock's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You’re a joker. You couldn’t have taken my men down."Gabriel leaned forward, his voice calm but piercing. "So where are they then?"Brock laughed, his amusement tinge
Gabriel walked further and stopped, realizing he couldn't see his father-in-law or sister-in-law nearby. He wondered where they had gone. Then, Benson approached him with Walter. "Lost your family, Gabriel?" Benson sneered. "They probably disappeared because they felt you’d be a huge disappointment."Walter chimed in, smirking. "Maybe they’ve finally seen through your act."Gabriel’s patience snapped. He grabbed Benson’s collar, pulling him close. "Enough of your nonsense," he said coldly, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I've had it with your provocations."Walter, taken aback, watched in stunned silence. When Gabriel shifted his gaze to him, Walter’s bravado melted away. "Th-they’re over there," he stammered, motioning to a corner around the vicinity. Gabriel let go of Benson roughly, causing him to stumble. Ignoring their hostile glares, he walked briskly to where Mikelson and Aliyah stood.Mikelson looked almost startled as Gabriel reached them. "Did Brock harm you?" he asked,
Brock’s face darkened further. "Nonsense!" he roared, delivering another vicious kick to the speaking guard. "You expect me to believe that? You’re just trying to cover up your incompetence!"The guard gasped for breath, his voice barely audible. "It's the truth... he’s too strong."Brock sneered, his eyes blazing with hatred. "I don’t care what he is. No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it." He clenched his fists, the rage boiling over. "I will make Gabriel pay for this insult, and I will make sure he regrets the day he crossed paths with me."He turned on his heel, leaving his battered bodyguards behind, his mind already plotting his revenge. The image of Gabriel’s defiant face fueled his anger, and he swore to himself that this was far from over."Mark my words," he muttered to himself. "Gabriel will wish he had never set foot on this earth."The alley echoed with the sounds of his bodyguards' groans, a stark reminder of the strength and resilience of the man Brock was
As Mr. Mythir's right-hand man took his place beside him, Mr. Mythir leaned in to whisper something confidential, a sinister glint in his eyes, before reclining back in his chair with an air of authority. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, anticipating his next move.With deliberate nonchalance, Mr. Mythir dropped his pipe to the table, the clatter echoing through the room, before rising to his feet. His invitation to Vincent Morgan, the esteemed leader of the city's jewelry industry, dripped with arrogance, a challenge that couldn't be refused."Vincent," he drawled, his tone laced with superiority, "care to test your luck against mine? Let us gamble."Vincent hesitated, though not aware of the stakes involved. As the organizer of the event, he couldn't afford to decline the challenge, despite his lack of expertise in gambling. With a resigned nod, he accepted, steeling himself for the impending showdown.Mikelson, observing the scene with growing concern, leaned into Ga
Seeing the provocation of Mr. Mythir caused by Vincent, the jewelry merchants from Duskfort City began to look down on the local merchants. They all started talking down on them, their voices growing louder and more disdainful. Mr. Mythir enjoyed the uproar, staring sternly at Vincent.One of the Duskfort merchants sneered, "Typical of the local merchants. All talk and no action."Another chimed in, "I thought Vincent Morgan was supposed to be a leader in the industry. What a disappointment."The taunts grew more pointed. "Seems like the local merchants can't handle real competition. They should stick to their safe little deals."Mr. Mythir's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the scene unfold. "Vincent, it appears my people share my sentiments. Are you sure you want to back down now and face their scorn?"Vincent’s face flushed with frustration and indecision. "This isn't about fear, Mr. Mythir. It's about making responsible decisions.""Responsibility?" Mr. Mythir scoffed,
Gabriel knew the stakes were high and that the city's reputation was on the line. He also knew that someone stepping in at the right moment could change everything.As the first round progressed, it became clear that Skull had the upper hand. He moved with an ease and confidence that Molly struggled to match. The city jewelry merchants watched in growing anxiety, the weight of their hopes resting heavily on Molly's shoulders.The crowd buzzed with tension, and the Duskfort merchants’ smug expressions only added to the pressure. Mr. Mythir watched with a satisfied grin, confident in his victory.Molly took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. "I can't let them down," he murmured to himself. But deep down, he knew he was up against a formidable opponent.As the game neared its climax, the stakes grew higher, and the room fell silent, everyone on edge, waiting to see if Molly could pull off a miracle against Skull the Brave.At the beginning of the game, Molly and Skull the Brave
Gabriel watched the tension rise, his mind racing. He knew Vincent was in an impossible situation. Unable to bear it any longer, he stepped onto the stage to support Vincent and decided to take on the challenge himself.He stepped into the center of the conflict, his presence commanding attention. "Mr. Mythir, if you’re so eager for a gamble, perhaps you’d prefer to challenge someone who actually understands the stakes."Mr. Mythir raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And who might that be?""Me," Gabriel replied, his voice steady and confident. "I’ll take your wager. Let's see if you’re as unbeatable as you think."The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Mr. Mythir's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eye. "Very well, young man. I see you're brave, but it's foolish of you to challenge me."Gabriel stood firm, his gaze steady. "I choose Skull the Brave as my opponent."Mr. Mythir roared with laughter, the sound echoing through the room. "You? Against Skull the Brave? Thi
Vincent's heavy sigh reverberated in the tense silence of the room. "Gabriel," he began, addressing the mounting doubts and criticism, "despite your lack of experience in gambling, I stand by my decision. You've shown remarkable insight and courage before."Gabriel nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Thank you, Vincent."As Gabriel turned away from the doubters, the city's jewelry merchants began to murmur amongst themselves, their disdain palpable."He's not even from the city," one merchant sneered. "How can he possibly represent us?"Another chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery. "A novice like him against Skull the Brave? It's laughable."Aliyah stepped forward, her voice ringing clear and defiant. "Gabriel may not have grown up here, but his heart and dedication are here. He's more than capable."Mikelson, usually reserved, spoke up firmly. "Gabriel's loyalty and determination are what matter. He's proven himself time and again."But the merchants remained unconvinced, the