Maxwell clutched the herb and the belt in his hand. He kissed the belt several times, smiling happily at his achievement.The team of organizers showed up at the gallery, and they took numerous pictures to honor Maxwell's victory.On the same day, he got introduced to numerous club owners who volunteered to sign a contract with him so he could work with them.Zander asked his second in command to pick up all the cards and addresses; much later, they would take out time to sort out the best fit for Maxwell.Zander was even more excited knowing that his nephew had reached a height that his only brother couldn't reach."You deserve a good night's rest, my son." Zander told him.The congratulations came swimming from left and right. Maxwell's broken nose was immediately fixed, and he was helped to the car."I can't go home like this." Maxwell told Zander when he got into the car. — "Athena is very inquisitive, and she has been asking a few funny questions about my true identity."."See, s
At the hospital, Roger's Russell fumed and paced the vastness of the waiting room. His eyes burned with rage like fire as he saw his son grunt in pain. His face was disfigured, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.Mosco, I thought you said you dealt with the poor fool a night before the fight; how come he still went into that ring and did this to my son?" Huh! He fumed, grabbing Mosco by the shirt."You fools stood there and let that Dork beat my only son to a pulp; you losers couldn't do anything to protect my child. What the hell do I pay you and your friends for? One assignment was given to you guys, and you ruined everything.""Sir, we tried to defend him at the gym, but it was against the rule, plus the boy had some men protecting him." Mosco defended himself sharply."And you couldn't fight them, huh?"."We were outnumbered.".Cravens! He yelled, tossing Mosco to the side. The part where he had held before stood with heavy creases.Boil-brained fools! Ha!Good
"Why has no one been able to put that idiot in his place, hmm? You cowards, I should have done this myself if not for the fact that I had a very important meeting to attend. You all are cowards, Alejandro blabbed.He had always had hatred for Maxwell, even before Maxwell beat him to a pulp on the ring. The only way to rip Maxwell off his glory is to steal that herb; that's the only thing everyone wants. Max is not even aware of the kind of power that would be transmitted to him if he began to put that herb to use.All his opponents are jealous of the fact that every single club in the country wants to sign him. He had only signed with two clubs because he was sure to handle just two at the moment while he tried to sort out his life and all. But then the threat around him was increasing by the day.Even though he is not scared, it is still advisable to be on the offensive."I gave you very simple instructions to carry out, and you failed. What can you people even do, right? What exactl
The only problem Maxwell would encounter as he journeys to seek the truth about his parents' deaths is getting an indept understanding of the mission his father had gone on before his demise.Zander didn't know so much about it since his brother never told him about the destination.Maxwell woke up with a burden in his heart. He has been able to fulfill all the tasks left for him except for this, which is the major reason he fought too hard to get the herb. Climbing down the stairs, he headed straight for the kitchen to rummage for food since Zander's chef had called in to report that she would be late today.Maxwell is not good at making meals; the first day he tried making pancakes, for his grandma turned out horrible. With his huge feet thudding against the floor, he juggled down, pushing open the kitchen door to find his uncle sitting on a chair beside the table."You're finally awake?" Zander asked without raising his head. He had gone to Maxwell room twice to check on him, but h
The men were outside waiting for Maxwell by the time he got out of the house. Zander had only a few hours left for his meeting. "Take the south route; it's faster that way." He told Maxwell. "But uncle, I am not familiar with the normal route, not to mention the south." Maxwell complained. He knows within him that he cannot handle a car on his own on the south route leading to South Swinton. He has never taken that route in his life, and now the task demands that he drive down with a map he could barely understand. Maxwell had already given up when Zander showed up in front of the building with his pants unhooked in the waist, tugging slightly into white innerwear. His belt head dangling side by side as he takes swift steps forward."Mancho will drive; I called him already; he should be here in a moment." His words had barely reached the ground when a honk came at the gate. "Oh, that's him." Maxwell watched the car drive in with so much skill. This man must be skilled. Zander only
Malcolm cleared his throat; he scanned each of us with his aging eyes as we listened with kin interest. Every point he has mentioned is sealed in my brain."The journey is not as dangerous as you think it is. The Zygars are a very dangerous opposition group. They never wanted us to spread throughout the nation; their leader, Zanko, was second in command to the grandmaster, Chiffu, of the Scythe organization for years, and then a disagreement broke out. Zanko knew all the medicines the boss had and all the herbs to revive, kill, heal, and make sick. He learned the trick from his master and soon began to gather his master's followers for himself. He later planned a coup against his master, but he was betrayed by someone in his group for just a little money."."He was betrayed." Maxwell asked. His tone was a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Uncle Zander didn't tell him about what really happened with the Scythe masters. He listened keenly to the information the old man was giving hi
"An oath?" I wondered. My eyes widened in surprise, but the moment I turned to Mancho, he didn't look surprised at me. He seemed more like he was already used to the routine."Are you well trained?" Malcolm asked."Yes''. I answered. "I won the championship for the latest martial arts in my city." I added. The room blared with laughter. I was confused about what was funny about what I said. The old man twirled his seat and grinned at me."That's a good one, and I already know about the trophy and the herb. I was there myself, with my boys, to watch you. However, she wasn't eager. I meant, of course, that it's an advantage to our mission, but no one goes to a battle field unarmed. Zander couldn't have failed on that part. Your father was the best sniper we had; he could kill anything with just a glimpse. He had the eyes of an eagle."The old man told me: From what he had told me about my father, I was certain I was the direct opposite of my father. I wanted to be like him."You need to
Last night was one of the most peaceful nights Maxwell has ever had. The beep from his phone got him tossing on the mini-framed bed.With his eyes closed, he reached out for the phone and placed it in his ear after swiping the receive button."You need to wake up, son." Zander's voice came booming into the phone. I got the report last night. You were knocked off.".Maxwell scoffed. He knew his uncle would always call to make mockery of him. He steadied himself on the bed and got up quickly. His voice still has a thick tone."I don’t know what that was." He said as he was wiping his face. As he spoke into the phone, he scanned the room. Mancho had gone out; the time on the wall displayed 6:45 a.m. Maxwell wondered where Mancho could have gone at this time of the day."We have a long way to go, Maxwell. Malcolm has asked that we train you properly. I will have Mancho teach you in my place."."Are you going out of town?""No, I shall be your supervisor in the meantime. Have you heard fro