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
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