Roy stumbled back from his chair and staggered to his feet. Where did the monstrous strength come from? However, Tyler and his aggression were not unfamiliar to him.Three years back, the Commissioner arrested the young man under false accusations. The Cooper family had bought off the police department at a hefty price. They had planted evidence to get him convicted.However, Roy couldn’t recognize Tyler anymore. The young man had returned transformed from prison—sharp, athletic, and exuding a tremendous aura. How could he split a solid desk in half with one hit? Was he a martial art master?Immediately, the officers in the room panicked, unholstered their guns, and trained them at Tyler. “Hands on your head, or we’ll shoot you down! Now!”The young man looked rather unperturbed about a dozen guns eager to fire at him. “I dare you to shoot!” he challenged them. “But be prepared to face the consequences!”“Lower your guns!” Roy commanded, anxious about the escalating situation. He want
Five of the eight cops inside the monitoring room were impaled by the volley of glass shards. It didn't kill them but was damaging enough to incapacitate them. Two of the remaining turned tail and ran away to get backup.When Roy realized the one-way mirror had shattered, he used his subordinate as a human shield. As a result, he wasn't hurt by the exploding glass.Tyler's display of monstrous strength petrified the Commissioner, but the seasoned police officer in him kicked in. He unholstered his gun quickly and clicked off its safety. However, the young man slapped it out of his hand before he could fire.Crack! The slap looked casual but was so powerful that Roy's wrist broke, and his hand rotated at an odd angle."Argh!" he exclaimed, staggering back, clutching at his hand in agony."Where is my sister?" Tyler demanded again, grabbing him by the neck and lifting his body into the air.Roy Mitchell weighed at least three hundred pounds, but the young man lifted him effortlessly. As
Torque was an orphan who raised himself on the streets. His father was a henchman for the notorious Red Viper gang. At the age of ten, the boy lost his parents to a gruesome civil war between mafia groups.Torque's pain did not end there. He had an elder sister who was raped and killed by gangsters. The boy was helpless to save her and hated that he was the only survivor.Torque grew up as an errand boy in the underworld, doing petty jobs. He often got into fights and won them effortlessly. Even when he was outnumbered, stabbed, and bleeding to death, he would keep standing. On the inside, he had sworn never to be weak again.Once the underworld gangs realized Torque's strength, they hired him as a hitman. Ultimately, he developed a sound reputation as a killer. However, he lived by principles, one of which was—women were not to be exploited or killed on his watch.***At the moment, Torque was surrounded, but his shoulders were hunched as if nothing unusual was happening.His indiffer
“What the fuck is going on?” a gang member exclaimed, eyeing Tyler in a daze. “Who is this guy?”The stranger had appeared within the blink of an eye out of nowhere. He shoved Torque out of the bullet’s way in the nick of time, which was way too fast for a human.“Tyler Grant!” Huxley called out. “How did you escape from the police station? You’re supposed to be in handcuffs!”Tyler cast a glance mixed with pity and revulsion at the gang leader. “I feel no obligation to answer questions of a bottom-feeder like you. But it would be best if you worried about yourself. You signed your own death sentence by kidnapping my sister!”“My death sentence?” Huxley spat with a howl of laughter. “You may have escaped your demise at the Marian Hotel because of Dwayne Mosby. But here, I am the undisputed king! You walked into the lion’s den, Tyler! Our entire gang of sixty will skewer you into mincemeat!”Tyler scoffed. “Do you call these pipsqueaks a gang? What a joke! They will die along with you
Torque realized he received fatal blows, and his vital organs were punctured. His vision was blurring, and his ears were ringing the death knell. However, the stranger’s words came through to him clearly.Torque had seen with utter astonishment how Tyler moved with unnatural speed and fought with superhuman strength. He even watched him stop a bullet with his bare hands. How was that possible?The hulk had principles he was determined to follow until his last moments. One of them was never to kneel to any man. However, the stranger demanding his fealty was no man. He was a god.With a thundering groan, Torque heaved himself up with his hands and went up on one knee. Blood pooled out of his wounds, forming crimson puddles. However, the hulk spoke a few words with his last ounce of energy.“My name… TORQUE… Swear… My allegiance.”Even though Torque was about to die, he felt serving an extraordinary man during his last moments would be a privilege.Tyler smirked, impressed by the hulk’s
Tyler was on his way to GlobeMall in Yara's borrowed Honda Hybrid. "I have to get a new car soon," he said to himself.The young man wondered what kind of emergency Natalie was in. She refused to tell him anything over the phone.Tyler gazed at his right hand and bit his lip. He had made the Martyr's Bloodstone into a ring. It was his alternative power source. He didn't have to visit the spiritual aquifer in Prince's Cove daily.The Bloodstone's actual utility was something different, which he put to experiment today. It had worked well to heal Torque's fatal injuries, which confirmed its efficacy. However, the hulk was exceptionally strong and could handle the powerful surges of turbulent mystical energy.Silas and Ruth's weakened constitutions may collapse under the Bloodstone's full blast. Tyler needed another rare item to soften its rush—a chakra needle. But he had no idea where to start looking for it.Tyler was only a mile away from GlobeMall when his vision began to blur. He sh
"I am not interested in banquets or parties," Tyler replied dryly. "You can tell Malcolm I rejected his invitation."Natalie pursed her lips in confusion. Why did he refer to Lord Douglas by his first name? Were they close? Was Tyler being offensive, or was he so influential that even the royal family allowed him to be casual? The latter was unlikely."Look…" she began, putting her thoughts to rest. "I don't know how you earned the Douglas family's favor. But let me tell you, getting an invitation from the Prince of Petra is huge! On the other hand, turning it down won't be good for either of us. Dad committed to Lord Douglas that he'll bring you along. Please do it for me… Pretty please…"Tyler sighed and shook his head lightly. Did Silas assume he could accept invitations on his behalf? Did the billionaire have no regard for his time? But Natalie looked so innocent and adorable pleading, it was challenging to say no."Fine! I'll go."The beauty did a fist pump, and her eyes darted a
Tyler turned around to see Erica Sinclair and Melissa Brown making googly eyes at him. But as soon as they recognized who he was, their expressions turned sour, as if they had bit into a freshly cut lemon."What the hell are you doing here, Tyler?" Erica spat, taking a step back.The webs of wonder she had built were brutally shattered. She had imagined that she'd seduce an attractive scion with her beauty. However, the stranger had turned out to be the man she despised. Moreover, he actually looked dashing in the Brioni suit!Tyler slanted his eyes at the girls. "What I am doing here is none of your business," he replied sharply."Have you been following Erica?" Melissa asked with a pretentious, worried look. "Should I call the security guards?"However, the young man sounded disinterested. "Stop wasting my time and get out of my sight."His words infuriated Erica. "Enough of your nonsense, Tyler! Do you think wearing trial clothes actually made you wealthy? You're still as dirt poor