The two bodyguards' eyes bulged when they heard Julius' denial. To him, Julius was just a janitor who was no higher than a presidential bodyguard. The man girded his loins and stepped forward to intimidate Julius, "Do you know what you just said? How dare you!"The man then pointed at Julius with a very annoyed look, "I'm very tired, and I already have a lot of work to do! Don't you try to add to my burden! Besides, this cleaning is your job. What's so hard about mopping the dirty floor again? Is it my business if you have to clean the floor you cleaned earlier?" His eyes bulged so many times, scolding Julius that some of his spit seemed to fly in the air.The guard spoke loudly, half threatening Julius in the hope that Julius would immediately apologize and do what he asked. But apparently, the guard's loud voice did not have much effect on Julius. Instead, Julius casually said, "I'm busy."Not only that, Julius also added, "Besides, you're not babies anymore. So clean up your mess."
Julius had finished his work in the room. And now, he walked out and opened the door. But Julius couldn't just leave the building because two guards suddenly appeared at the door with suspicious faces.The one with the towering body asked Julius with a probing face, "What did you just do there? Didn't the cleaning finish two hours ago?" The man scrutinized Julius' appearance from top to bottom, looking for anything suspicious. However, when he found nothing unusual, he refocused on listening to Julius' answer because Julius looked like any other janitor.Julius didn't seem panicked. The man was still as flat as ever, "I left this wet rag inside, and I picked it up before going home." Julius even picked up the half-wet rag he had been carrying since the beginning. The man now looked like an ordinary janitor. And the bodyguard no longer felt suspicious. If he had known what Julius had just done, the bodyguard would have immediately pointed his firearm at Julius.So now, the bodyguard no
Julius grinned, "Ah, you seem to have guessed who sent me? How scared are you of the Luckystone family? Seems like you're very keen on eliminating their family's power, huh?" asked Julius in a frivolous tone that sounded quite annoying to the president's ears. The man glared at Julius from behind the desk, now covered in thick bulletproof glass, Marco having entered it a few minutes ago. The man, who was initially calm, slowly stepped in when he realized Julius was carrying a gun in his pants pocket.Julius laughed loudly, clapping his hands with a fearless look, "But don't worry, all your plans will end soon because you don't have any abilities." The man looked like a psychopath, ready to slaughter anyone in front of him.Hearing Julius' words, Marco and the president glanced at each other and smiled broadly at Julius, "You're pretty crazy, too. Instead of being a subordinate of the Luckystone family, you'd better join me. I can give you a lot of money for fun and change your life, w
At that moment, Marco and President John immediately widened their eyes. Both were shocked, almost hitting the table in disbelief and feeling played. In front of them, the person they thought was just an errand boy was,, the enemy they had been after all this time. The main heir of the Luckystone family was sitting with his legs crossed and staring at them with a frivolous look. Marco clenched his hands even more, "Why is it like this? You're the heir apparent to the Luckystone family?" The man chuckled and took a slow breath before continuing, "How dare you come here? You should die and rot with all those useless soldiers of yours! You're just trash that stands in the way of all my successes and plans."Marco insulted Julius with a painful rant, for he felt utterly deceived by a figure who should have been elsewhere strategizing, not coming to him in person. And now, the man grinned, "But it's good that you came here on your own, I didn't have to bother looking for you among your an
President John and Marco looked at each other. They were silent for a long time until the president limped towards Julius, "How much compensation do you want?" he asked in a hoarse, heavy voice. He stepped closer before his feet were held up by Marco, who was still on the floor, unable to stand.The man who was the future heir to the Wood family looked at the president and stopped him, "Don't trust that rotten bastard. He just wants to play us." Marco's body had begun to tremble, a sign that the poison he had inhaled was beginning to take hold of his body more and more. He swallowed repeatedly, enduring the pain that kept attacking and making him short of breath.President John gritted his teeth in annoyance. The man glared at Marco, who had let go, "I'm the one you're playing with!" he shouted with little energy left. The man with uncovered eye bags pointed at Marco angrily, "Look! I'm having a hard time right now! I shouldn't have had to confront Skylonia just to get to the island.
Julius chuckled aloud, the man laughing at President John's pathetic state with blood on his face and hands, "You fool! I knew that a traitor would remain a traitor forever." Julius was still chuckling, looking at the president with a humorous gaze.Then, Julius threw a bullet onto the floor with a heavy clatter, and Julius placed his hands on his thighs with a disgusted look, "You should realize that I'm testing you. Had you been so good to me from the start without doing something stupid like this, I would have released you and made you my accomplice."Julius snorted, "But as it turns out, you're still a stupid, brainless traitor." Julius touched his head with his forefinger, emphasizing which part of his body President John lacked. The man laughed at the president's fate so brazenly, "You don't know the tactics of fighting a man like me. Has your brain been destroyed by inhaling poison gas?"Julius' voice rang out loudly in the room of only three people. The man laughed, watching t
Julius ignored the bodyguard's call and kept walking away. It was still quiet on the first floor, no one was walking around because it was still working hours, and they were busy in their respective rooms. Unfortunately, Julius' tranquility was interrupted when the bodyguard he ignored chased after him and caught him by the arm. With an angry face, he shouted, "I've called you loudly, there's no one here who can hear my voice. And this is the perfect time for me to teach you a lesson."Julius was too lazy to deal with this ignorant man, so he grabbed his hand with a ksar. With just one jerk, the bodyguard's grip on Julius' hand was released. He could see that the guard was annoyed and glared at Julius, "How dare you treat me so rudely? You're just a cleaner!"With that, the bodyguard threw his fist at Julius. He looked so annoyed that he channeled all his energy into it. In his mind, Julius would have moaned or groaned in pain from the blow. But alas, his prediction was wrong. Julius
The news spread quickly, like fire on dry leaves. The death of the president of the country of Infrastraat and Marco was becoming a hot topic of discussion among the people. News broke on every TV channel, on every channel to the radio, and no one missed this terrible news.The initial news that the president had died of complications quickly changed. After Marco was found dead in the same place, having been shot twice in the forehead by who knows who, the public assumed that the two had a conflict and ended up attacking each other to death that day. In fact, after the discovery of poisonous gas elements inhaled by the two, people were even more convinced that the two had a conflict and ended up killing each other.And now, people are starting to make bad assumptions about the two. Rumor has it that they betrayed each other in a deal that cost the country for their own benefit. The shot in the forehead and the poison swallowed were strong evidence of the bad end of cooperation between
As it turned out, Diego managed to injure Julius out by punching him right in the solar plexus. This caused Julisu to inadvertently loosen his grip on Diego's head, allowing the man to escape and return to his feet to attack Julius. Once again, the fight was on. The two men with great stamina threw punches and kicks at each other. Julius hit Diego so many times that several of his teeth were knocked out, and his mouth oozed fresh blood. At first glance, the older man looked like someone who had just been in a severe accident and was the victim of a hit-and-run.Diego spat on the floor and readied himself to attack Julius. The man moved forward and tried to punch Julius in the face with fast punches. But Julius dodged, and after a few times, Julius twisted his body and elbowed Diego in the back of the head before kicking him into the wall and smashing him with a spinning kick. Diego groaned loudly, and he slumped against the wall until the blood coming out of his nose formed a red lin
Diego threw his black mask to the floor with great emotion. He stared at Julius with a vengeful gaze, "Tonight will be the night of your burial," he hissed. Diego seemed eager to defeat Julius and crush him to his bones.Julius must have heard the man's words behind his servants, who covered his body from the enemy. Julius snorted, looking at Diego calmly, "Ah, I see you're wrong. Today is your last day on earth, for you will soon join your son in hell, not me." Julius turned Diego's words around and challenged him with open arms. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. The day when Diego would come and chase him like there was no tomorrow. This would be fun because Julius could see something that would make Diego even hotter in his circle.Diego glared at Julius' words, and the man ruffled his loins with an unaccepting look in his eyes, "Shut your fucking mouth! Or I'll rip you apart with my hands so you can't talk out of your ass anymore!" Diego shouted until his voice ech
Julius sharpened his vision and began to look around. Up ahead, the orchestra players were still playing various music in a way that was so mesmerising that it mesmerised them into focusing on one place. Amazingly, they were able to combine dance and music at the same time. This new concept had attracted so much attention that no one noticed the strangeness of what was happening.Julius shook his head slightly behind some of the guests, who were dancing to the beat. Julius noticed something suspicious. Something that seemed to glisten in the light and was hidden so neatly. But Julius knew that it was not the sparkle of the women's jewellery that had a flicker on every accessory they wore.Realising something was wrong, Julius immediately jumped to the side, avoiding a shot that came at him suddenly. The sound of the image was so loud it immediately made the guests startle and scream. They turned their heads towards Julius before running back and forth to save themselves. It didn't mat
For the next month, Julius did not find Diego anywhere. The man was like dust in the wind, flying away and nowhere to be found. Julius had mobilized many people to find Diego and bring him back alive. But until now, no one had given any news of his whereabouts. But even so, Julius didn't bother. His life was already very peaceful without any distractions. The little distractions that came his way were easily brushed aside.Enemies who moved slowly and without calculation, Julius had eliminated without getting his hands dirty. In short, Julius had no real problems after Diego left.Even so, he didn't let his guard down just yet. It wasn't impossible for Diego to suddenly show up and surprise him. He always double-checks anyone who tries to work with his family, tracing their background to their latest activities. Because, not everyone has one trait, they could be small actors who are being used to attack Julius like poison dripped in a drink. It would destroy him slowly, without anyone
Diego managed to escape and leave the city of Pharao. The man disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Not a single person managed to find his whereabouts. He was hiding in several places and moving from one place to another over the next few days and months. The man was nowhere to be seen, and people began to lose track of him running away. Several flyers had been distributed, with the word 'fugitive' written all over the city, preventing the man from moving freely. Still, Diego persisted and disguised himself so that his true face was hard to recognise. Perhaps, if his business partners accidentally met him, they wouldn't be able to acknowledge Diego's current face, as it had changed too much.Like today, Diego came out of the small apartment he had rented for a small fee on the edge of town. The flat, built on three levels, with each unit only a quarter of the size of Diego's old living room, is painted a dull grey. Each team had a small balcony with a rusty old iron railing that
Diego ran down the stairs at high speed. He could hear the gunfire racing behind him. Although he didn't see it firsthand, Diego could tell by now that the pursuers had reached his private room. That's because he could hear footsteps pounding up there, right on the floor that separated the study from the shortcut to the back door. Diego looked up briefly, ensuring the men couldn't find him trying to escape. Diego had a door camouflaged as a wall, just in case something unpleasant happened, like this time. Even here, he could get a lightweight, easy-to-store handgun. And that's what the two bodyguards guarding Diego and helping him escape from his home were holding onto.Unfortunately, the people chasing Diego quickly realized where he was. Suddenly, the wooden door, which was the same colour as Diego's walls, was broken down by one of the men dressed in all black with a long-barreled gun in his hand, "Stop right there!" he shouted to Diego, who was still running down the circular sta
Everyone held their breath, eyes bulging in surprise. A photo was sent, clearly visible from head to toe. He was a man over fifty years old with a black suit and hair starting to grow grey. Many people know him because he is one of the public figures who often appears and donates to several parties. However, he has also been scandalized for his behaviour of dating women and walking away.The policeman who broke the news said, "He was the one who caused the terror and beating that happened yesterday in the city center. Precisely, when we were all celebrating our own city's birthday."The police chief's statement certainly raised questions for many people. A woman still wearing an apron on her body looked surprised, she looked at the TV screen and covered her mouth in disbelief, "Isn't that Mr. Diego?" she asked with a questioning face. Apparently, it was a portrait of Wood Diego, the father of the late Marco, who had been well-known to the public because of his wealth. The man owned se
Diego kicked the chair in front of him hard and shouted in a booming voice, "Damn it! Why did he survive again, huh?!" The man looked furious, his face bright red and his eyes bulging. He threw everything against the wall, including the wine glass and bottle he had just enjoyed a few minutes ago. They were shattered, and he didn't care about the price of the drink that was now gone without a sip of enjoyment.The man rubbed his face roughly, "They should have moved properly! Why is it so hard to kill that bastard? Are they so stupid that they can't even stab a man who isn't protected by anyone? Do I have to set an example with my own hands?" he raged, having again failed to take the life of the Julius he hated so much. His plan failed because of luck or because his people were stupid and couldn't take advantage of the situation. One thing was for sure, he hated failure in his life.In annoyance, the man punched the air, "You just need to stab him like this! Then he falls, and you can
It was chaos. Too many people had come to the event, which was difficult for the few police officers. Most of them were hysterical and crying, crouching down as if their legs could no longer move and running. The few who could still run screamed and cursed at their bad luck.Then, things got even more chaotic as armed troops appeared from all sides of the square. They carried firearms and sharp weapons, pointing at anyone who tried to flee the scene. A man in a blue jersey seemed unconcerned as he shoved one of the gun-toting besiegers, "Move aside! I'm not afraid of you! You're just-! And the sound of firearms going off was heard. The man fell to the ground with blood pouring out of his head, just lying there because he had lost his life.The people who witnessed the incident screamed in terror and scattered further away. Unfortunately, so many troops surrounded them that they were forced to crouch down and raise their hands to avoid being hurt.At that moment, the situation in the s