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
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
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
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 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
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