2023-05-29 15:38:02Andrew walked wearily as the elevator doors opened on the third floor. He let out a long sigh, resigned to the decision given by the director.
"Attention!"
Andrew, who was packing his office desk, turned toward the source of the voice and found Orlando and Nadine standing by the elevator doors.
"Everyone, just stop your work for a moment. Let's give some time to our friend Andrew who has been fired from this company because of stealing. "
Hearing the announcement, all the employees on the third floor buzzed with excitement. Andrew became the center of attention. All the scornful gazes were directed toward him.
The anger building up finally propelled Andrew to move closer to Orlando. His steps were quick, and while pointing at Orlando, Andrew shouted, "Shut up, you coward!"
Andrew glared at Orlando and Nadine alternately, his face red as he continued, "You're nothing more than the trash, Orlando. Your dirty plays won't intimidate me. I'll return to make you regret."
"Hahaha! Aren't you ashamed to say such things in front of everyone?" Orlando confidently laughed.
"That's absurd! There's no way Orlando would want to frame someone like Andrew!"
"Andrew has a real problem with the wrong person! What was he thinking?"
"He's a disgraceful loser!"
Whispers from the employees further heated the atmosphere that afternoon. Andrew looked around at them, and in that moment of distraction, Orlando took advantage and pushed him, causing him to fall.
"Ugh!"
"Let me remind you, Andrew! I play the card here. Don’t you ever dare to be rude to me."
Orlando pressed Andrew's hand with his expensive and heavy shoe. Andrew's face showed pain as he tried to lift the shoe.
Some employees began taking out their phones and recording the incident.
Orlando's other foot now pressed on Andrew's neck. Andrew's eyes widened as he opened his mouth, struggling to breathe. But Orlando did not immediately stop his cruelty. Instead, Orlando and Nadine laughed hysterically, seeing Andrew's face grow redder.
Andrew tried to breath, as labored as a fish out of the water, suddenly felt refreshing. His blurred vision seemed clear, and Andrew slowly pushed Orlando's foot off his neck and succeeded.
Andrew turned his body to the left and struck Orlando's foot, which was still stepping on him.
"ARGH!"
Orlando's smile turned into a scream. He immediately lifted his foot, and Andrew quickly got up.
" Orlando!" Nadine screamed, and both of them seemed busy rubbing the shoe that Andrew had hit. "What are you doing, Andrew!"
"I'm resisting the trash that imposed itself on me," Andrew calmly replied.
Orlando glared at Andrew fiercely, growled, and stood up. Andrew raised his head and folded his arms as if ready to challenge Orlando.
"Okay, Andrew. You want to play with me. I used to be the overall champion in judo and a young boxer. You could have chosen your opponent better. "
Andrew stepped back simultaneously with Orlando, who was preparing to throw a punch. Nevertheless, Andrew remained in the same position, showing no fear whatsoever.
Orlando clenched his fist, and everyone looked serious, anticipating the imminent fight.
"You're gonna die, Andrew! See you in heck!"
Orlando was ready to strike Andrew's face with his punch. However, suddenly he fell forward, causing his face to meet Andrew's shoe.
"ARGH!" Orlando's cry was heard. Moreover, to make matters worse, his pants tore lengthwise. Nadine quickly crouched down and covered it with her hand. All the employees were chuckling.
Meanwhile, Andrew smiled broadly and murmured, "Who's gonna die, Orlando? Better watch your words before you speak."
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Down in the subterranean maintenance tunnels beneath the financial district, the air was thick with the smell of stagnant water and industrial grease. Every movement was an exercise in pure willpower. The temporary surge from the Crimson Catalyst was entirely gone, and his body was paying the price for the structural damage he had sustained. His fractured ribs throbbed with a rhythmic, dull agony that threatened to steal his breath, and the flesh wounds on his shoulder were stiff and burning.But his eyes—once a flat, defeated grey—now held a sharp, dangerous glint of erratic amber and blue. The seal on his necklace was still fighting him, but the desperation was gone. It had been replaced by a cold, calculating intent."All feeds are looped, Boss," Viper whispered, stepping out of the dark corridor with a modified submachine gun slung across his chest. Behind him, six men of the 'Ghost' unit stood in absolute silence, their faces covered in matte-black balaclavas. "The central secur
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The temporary surge from the Shaman’s Crimson Catalyst had finally burned out, leaving his muscles shaking violently from pure exhaustion. His vision threatened to blur into darkness every time he blinked, but he kept his eyes pinned to the rearview mirror.Beside him, William rested his head against the leather seat. The older man was breathing more steadily now, but the prolonged confinement and the insidious effects of the Black Shackle had taken a massive toll on his aging body. He was no longer the imposing tycoon who ruled the city’s underground; he was a convalescent clinging to the remnants of his willpower."We’re entering the perimeter," Andrew rasped, his voice barely louder than the hum of the windshield wipers.William shifted his gaze toward the window, looking at the decaying warehouses, the overflowing trash bins, and the flickering neon signs of the lawless district. "You built a sanctuary in a rat's nest, Andrew. Smart. The proud klan houses in the upper hills would
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The air in the grand hall of the Smith mansion fractured."Kill him!" Orlando shrieked, backing out of the doorway. He didn't even look like a corporate tycoon anymore; he was a terrified child hiding behind a wall of hired muscle. "What are you waiting for? He doesn't have his full strength! Look at him, he’s shaking!"The dozen mercenaries raised their submachine guns, their laser sights painting red dots across Andrew’s chest and shoulders.Before the first trigger could be pulled, Andrew moved.He didn't have the god-like, effortless speed he once possessed—the seal on his meridians was still fighting him, making his movements jagged and heavy—but his mind was perfectly clear. He dropped low, his boots sliding through the slick mixture of spilled champagne and rain water, just as a hail of lead tore through the space where his head had been.The shattered glass from the crystal chandeliers rained down like a frozen storm.Andrew drove his fist into the floorboards. He didn't chann
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Andrew reached the side entrance, a heavy mahogany door that led into the servant's pantry. He knew the layout from the blueprints he had studied back when he was William’s right hand. He pulled a small set of lockpicks from his tactical vest. In his previous life, he would have simply melted the lock with a flare of energy or ripped the door from its hinges. Now, his fingers were stiff from the cold and trembling from the lingering effects of the toxin.Focus, he told himself. The lock is just a mechanism. You don't need magic to beat a machine.It took him three agonizing minutes, but finally, the tumblers clicked. He eased the door open and slipped inside, moving through the shadows like a ghost. The interior of the mansion was silent, save for the distant hum of the security monitors and the muffled explosions coming from the west gate where Viper was still keeping the mercenaries occupied.He reached the doorway leading to the main hall. He could hear Orlando’s voice clearly now.
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The flickering neon lights outside 'The Rusty Anchor' reflected off the rain puddles, creating distorted shadows on Andrew’s face. He pulled his hoodie lower. It felt strange walking among the people he usually ignored. Now, he was one of them—the invisible debris of the city.His back still throbbed from the strikes of Orlando’s silver cane, and every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his fractured ribs. However, that physical agony was nothing compared to the cold, frozen rage solidifying in his chest.Andrew stopped in front of an old electronics shop displaying a dozen televisions in the window. Every single one broadcasted the same face: Elena."Further evidence has been uncovered regarding Andrew’s involvement in money laundering through his humanitarian foundation," the news anchor’s voice echoed through the quiet street. "Orlando Smith, currently serving as interim CEO, has promised full transparency. Meanwhile, Andrew’s whereabouts remain unknown. Police warn that he i
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The rain over the industrial zone was thick with the scent of rusted metal and sea salt. Inside the warehouse, the air was stagnant, smelling of antiseptic and decay. Andrew stood before a cracked mirror in the small bathroom of the bunker, staring at the stranger looking back at him.His face was a map of purple bruises and jagged cuts. His ribs were bound so tightly with bandages that every breath felt like a shallow struggle. But it was his eyes that troubled him most. The vibrant, electric blue that usually pulsed with the energy of the necklace had faded into a dull, flat grey. He reached for his chest, touching the blackened stone. It felt like a cold piece of coal, dead and unresponsive."Boss, the van is ready," Viper’s voice echoed from the hallway. "But I still think this is a mistake. You’re in no condition to be on the streets."Andrew stepped out, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He was wearing a grease-stained hoodie and oversized cargo pants—the kind of clothes he
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