"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
The day had finally come. Maxwell had his bag packed. Dressed in an all-black leather outfit. He walked into his room again and stared at the mirror. Nothing was going to let him come back without taking down Damien and his entire family.With his smartwatch on his wrist and the airpods in his ears, there was no need to mask his face against his parents' killer.A tight knot squeezed in his stomach—a taste for blood and revenge. Damien must submit to him, whether he is dead or alive. He didn't care about the rest of the team. Mancho and his boys would handle them fairly. Damien would go down first with kicks, and then the bullet would do the final job."C'mon, Max, we have no time." Zanders' voice rang from the corridor, and then he tapped on his door."I will be out for a minute." Max called out. Patting his chest a few times, he took a deep breath and searched the room for his bag. He had laid it on the bed and covered it with the comforter."What the fuck?" He mouthed, but then his
I stood, inhaling every breath that wafted past my nostrils. I took a deep breath and shook my head."C'mon, man, get yourself together." Zander said, patting Maxwell on the back. Max grabbed his glasses and headed out.The trucks were set. Two were loaded with guns. The men called in to make sure we were on the right track.Carlos knows the city; his men are everywhere. We walked out of the building and hopped into the trucks. Mancho was rougher with the truck than the Bentley we had used some days ago. He galloped in and out of the rocky road. In about forty-five minutes, we drove to the house Zander had shown me in the photograph.I smiled. An old car stood messily in front of the building. We got straight into the house and surveyed the place. Zander burst the door open with one jab. We trooped in. Searching the entire house, from the sitting room down to the rooms upstairs. But we didn't find anything."He's smart, huh?" Zander said he adjusted his hat and called on us to follow