"Boss, you need to rest," Kathrine said, bowing her head. Marcus shook his head."If I sleep, they'll be free. I need to cut their wings now," he said. The others nodded.Marcus looked at General, who had been silent. "Get the weapons ready for me," he commanded.General bowed down. "Yes, Lord," he said and left the room.Only Kathrine and Marcus remained. Marcus gently removed the IV from his hand. "I don't need this," Marcus muttered and rose, swaying on his feet. Kathrine rushed to support him but he waved her off. "Leave me. I want to feel every damn pain," he groaned, his eyes hard and determined. Kathrine took a step back, her hands folded at her front, respecting his wishes.Kathrine knew that the perpetrators would pay for their actions. Marcus had endured too much to allow them to escape justice. As the nurse entered and saw Marcus standing, she froze, her mouth agape. "God of Vengeance, you should be resting," she whispered, her voice quivering.Marcus's eyes narrowed. "
Kathrine entered with a steaming pot, her footsteps hushed against the stone floor. Placing it on the table, she withdrew, eyes downcast. Marcus's smile, a twisted masterpiece, gleamed in the dim light."Chill, dude," he mocked, his tone dripping with derision. The prisoner shivered, his eyes darting to the water, his mind racing with the possibilities of what it could mean.Marcus plucked a spoon from the pot, the utensil clinking against the metal. Steam snaked upwards, enveloping his face in an ethereal mist."Very hot," Marcus murmured, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. With a ruthless efficiency, he hoisted the prisoner to his feet, the terrified man's pleas falling on deaf ears. In a swift, brutal motion, Marcus plunged the victim's face into the boiling water. The man's screams erupted, the sound echoing off the walls, a visceral symphony of pain. A sadistic grin contorted Marcus's face as the prisoner writhed, his body thrashing in a futile attempt to escape.With
Marcus turned his back on Kathrine, his footsteps carrying him away from the dimly lit room. In his room, he donned a hoodie, its fabric a shroud of darkness. With practiced efficiency, he drew the hood over his face, a shield against prying eyes.“This is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself, his breath a mist in the air. He pocketed his keys, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He got into his car and drove a short-distance away from the fleeing prisoner, who was sprinting towards the club with labored breath and pounding footsteps echoing through the night air. The prisoner's desperate gaze darted around the dark streets as he raced to brief his master on the latest developments and devise a plan. Unbeknownst to the prisoner, Marcus was tailing him, keeping a discreet distance as he followed him to his destination, his eyes fixed intently on the figure ahead.Marcus parked his car and continued following the prisoner on foot, keeping a safe distance behind him. Whe
Marcus stepped out of his room, and Sandra stood up, walking towards him. She was surprised to see him already dressed and looked at him quizzically. "I thought you wanted to shower and rest?" she asked, her eyes scanning him. He smiled, drawing her close. "No, I have something important to tackle," he said. "At the office?" she asked, and he shook his head. "No, not now. I have less time. I will talk to you when I return," he said, and she nodded, still looking confused.Marcus's phone rang, displaying Kathrine's name on the caller ID. He apologized to Sandra, "Sorry, I have to take this call." Without waiting for her response, he stepped aside and answered, "What's the update?" Kathrine replied, "Boss, we're waiting for you." He smiled and said, "I'll be there in a jiffy." He ended the call and walked back to Sandra, saying, "Take care, I'll be right back." She waved goodbye as he left. Marcus's expression turned serious, hinting at an urgent matter. Sandra's confusion lingere
"What's happening?" Her voice was laced with confusion, her mind racing to understand the sudden turn of events. The stranger's demand sent a chill down her spine, and she wondered if their plan had been compromised. Marcus's expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern, as he subtly gestured for her to continue the dance.Kathrine remained frozen, her eyes fixed on the stranger, until Marcus's harsh tone snapped her back to reality. "Kathrine, I said you should keep dancing!" She mechanically grasped the pole and continued her dance, her movements stiff and awkward. Meanwhile, Marcus adjusted his face, donning a charming smile, and picked up a drink from the nearby tray. He turned around, spiking the drink with a subtle move, and walked towards the stranger, offering it to him with a friendly gesture. The stranger took the drink, unaware of the danger lurking within, and Marcus smiled as he walked away, his eyes never leaving Kathrine.Marcus realized he nee
Adams sat in his private room, observing the scene unfold before him. To his astonishment, Marcus, whom he had instructed his men to handle, was seated in the chair, bearing scars that only became apparent upon closer inspection. Adams' eyes widened in disbelief; he was certain he had given orders to dispose of Marcus. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed the geng leader's number, but the call went unanswered. The silence only added to Adams' growing unease and confusion.Adams dialed the number again, and this time, the leader answered. "Bastard, where the fuck are you?" Adams growled. The voice on the other end replied, "Sir, sir, he escaped from our hands. We're looking for him." Adams let out a furious hiss. "The bastard is at the club. Send your men here," he commanded. The voice responded, "Yes, sir," before ending the call. Adams tossed his phone aside, frustrated. He hadn't anticipated the situation taking such an unexpected turn. "This is crazy," he groaned, rubbing
"You drive me crazy," Adams exclaimed, his frustration evident. Kathrine chuckled, her eyes secretly pleading for Marcus to intervene and rescue her. As Adams continued to unbutton her clothes and leaned in for a kiss, Kathrine closed her eyes and whispered, "Lord of vengeance, where are you?" But Adams paused, detecting something amiss. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Kathrine quickly shook her head, forcing a fake smile. "Nothing," she replied, trying to conceal her true thoughts. Adams's eyes narrowing, unsure what to make of Kathrine’s sudden whisper.Kathrine, sensing Adams' heightened arousal, wrapped her legs around his waist and teased his member with a tantalizing sway of her hips. A guttural groan escaped Adams' throat as he unclasped her bra, releasing her breasts into his waiting hands. Just as they neared the point of no return, the door burst open with a thunderous bang. Adams' head snapped around, his eyes blazing with rage as he
“We only have one solution!” Marcus said, rubbing the back of his head. "What is it?" she asked."I want you to create a diversion by starting a fire," he replied.Katherine nodded, fixing her gun in her hand. She stepped out, looking around cautiously, then began to run towards the designated location. She removed the lighter and scarf, throwing the latter on the floor. The fire alarm went off, and smoke filled the air.With that, Marcus knelt down, and Adam's eyes went wide. He was swallowing hard, pleading, "Please, Marcus, don't kill me! Please, Marcus, have mercy!" He looked at Marcus, begging."I wish I was a philanthropist, I would have considered, darling." Marcus stood up, said "Goodnight," and fired the shot. Adam fell to the ground. Marcus shot him twice in the chest and once in the skull.Marcus looked around and stepped out, colliding with Katherine. "Is everything okay?" she asked urgently. He nodded and said, "Let's go, fast!" With that, he held her by the waist as