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
On the other side, a man whose hair had grown gray in places was pacing back and forth in the living room. The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and material pants, and in his hand, a cell phone lit up with a news update about the discovery of a man's body in the Infrastraat president's office, with two bullet holes in the forehead.The man was Wood Diego, a family patriarch in his mid-fifties. Every now and then, he looked like he wanted to slam his cell phone on the floor and scream at the top of his lungs until his servants tiptoed in fear.Diego ran a hand through his hair, "Why is everyone preventing me from picking up my own son's corpse?" he asked himself. He was still walking to and fro, thinking of ways to bring home the body of his son, who had died in a foreign land. Yes, he was the father of Marco, a man who had died alongside the president of the country of Infrastraat after plotting a great crime at the expense of the people as well as his own country. Now that the
On the other hand, the Ibfrastraat government was in the middle of a major negotiation that required a lot of advice and input. The country is currently without a president following John's untimely death. And the government was taken over by the ministers, who were now deliberating hard to make a big decision.One man, the minister of national defense, now made his point, "I have withdrawn all troops from the battlefield. There are no additional casualties, and all the civilians who were forced into the war have also been found. I have asked the other ministers if all the families affected will be compensated for the wrongs committed by our former president."The other ministers nodded in agreement. It was only fitting that they should do so. Everyone has a family, and they also disagreed with the president's sending soldiers secretly without the consent of the other ministers. And now, there was still one more problem to deal with. That was the people outside of Infrastraart who had
Julius sped up his vehicle on the crowded street of private and public vehicles. The man stepped on the pedal, picking up speed with his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Another man in his sports car was driving at high speed and trying to overtake him.The streets at lunchtime were bustling, but Julius could skillfully avoid the various vehicles that passed in front of him. In contrast to the red-haired man who was less than half a meter away from Julius, the man was repeatedly caught by the cars that Julius passed. He had to be extra careful in driving and avoid accidents that could happen.Then, the man increased his speed when he saw it was quiet ahead. The traffic light was still green, but the time was almost up to a few seconds. The man used this moment to chase Julius's car until he almost hit a sedan that appeared from the side like a ghost. "Shit!" the man cursed and sped up again. He stepped on the gas pedal, and his eyes lit up with pleasure as he saw th
On another day, when the sky turned dark, Julius drove his Audi to a bar around the city centre. He was wearing glasses and a black casual shirt. A smartwatch was attached to his wrist with a ring adorning his thumb.That night, the bar was quite crowded. People were partying with alcoholic beverages in various variants. The music thumped loudly, and people danced crazily. Women and men were touching each other without caring whether they had [partners or not. All they knew was they just wanted to have fun until dawn tonight.In a relaxed state, Julius entered the bar area and was immediately greeted by several people who knew him as an influential person in Pharae. One of them was a man who worked as a young businessman who had just started his business in the field of communication, "Hello, Mr Julius. Nice to see you here. Did you come to fulfil my invitation to drink a few weeks ago?" he asked enthusiastically.Julius just glanced at the man, clearly ignoring him because he had com
Two days later, at the sports fair commemorating Pharae's birthday, Julius was invited to open the event and give a speech. As someone with influence in the city, Julius naturally received special treatment. He sat at the front with the ministers and the mayor, shaking hands and exchanging small talk about possible future collaborations.Now, Julius stood on the stage with a microphone, "May the people of Pharae city always be at the forefront and continue to grow," Julius concluded and immediately drew applause from those present at the event. Julius smiled formally and bowed politely to all the residents before getting down and leaving the speech area.Not long after, Julius returned. But this time, he didn't return to open the welcome or give a speech. Julius had come to run a forty-two-kilometre marathon around the centre of Pharao. Julius was already wearing short, over-the-knee tracksuit bottoms and a grey t-shirt. One looked at him, and people could see his clearly defined musc
As for Julius, he was already at the starting line, waiting for the signal to run. When the confetti finally erupted, the runners immediately moved their feet away from the starting line. There was excited laughter, with cheers from the family watching on. They swung balloons of various shapes in amusement.Julius smiled a little, building his image among the people who apparently idolized him as a man of influence and wealth. With a good start, Julius began running and overtook the people ahead of him. For a few moments, people on the side of the road were still cheering for every marathon participant, including Julius. He nodded briefly and returned to running, following the route the organizers had prepared to enliven this event.Apparently, people's assumptions about Julius were wrong. At this point, halfway through the race, Julius' stamina was still as good as ever. He managed his breathing and speed, even leading the achievements of the other participants. Behind him, the men