Chapter Ninety NineVincent strolled out of the university gates, the weight of his backpack pulling at his shoulders. The setting sun cast long shadows as he ambled through the quiet streets, lost in thought. His house, nestled on the other side of town, beckoned him with the promise of solitude.As he turned a corner, the tranquility shattered. A group of local gang members, their faces masked by the fading light, emerged from the shadows. Tension hung in the air like a storm brewing, and Vincent's heart quickened."Hey, look who we got here," sneered the apparent leader, a menacing figure with a twisted grin. Vincent's attempt to sidestep them was met with an aggressive shove. The ominous silence was broken by the echo of laughter as the gang closed in, a pack of wolves surrounding their prey."Thought you could just walk away, huh?" one of them jeered, a cruel glint in his eye. Vincent, bewildered, stammered, "What's this about? I don't even know you guys!"Words were met with fis
Chapter Hundred Vincent, battered and bruised, dragged his wounded body through the dimly lit streets. Each step was a testament to the ordeal he had endured—the echoes of the recent battle still reverberating in his aching bones. The night air was thick with tension as he trudged forward, a solitary figure against the backdrop of urban shadows.Suddenly, the low growl of an engine interrupted the quiet. A sleek black Range Rover pulled up in front of Vincent, its darkened windows hiding the occupants within. The vehicle exuded an air of authority, an ominous presence in the desolate night.The door creaked open, and a cloud of cigar smoke billowed out as an elderly yet formidable man emerged. His sharp eyes, framed by deep lines etched with experience, surveyed Vincent with an unsettling intensity. He exuded an aura of power, his mere presence demanding attention.The elderly man, still puffing on a sizable cigar, regarded Vincent with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. "You se
Chapter Hundred And One Vincent's life took an unexpected turn when he received a secret invitation to join the college boxing team. The mysterious note, slipped into his backpack, hinted at an opportunity to represent the school in an upcoming international tournament. As he read the clandestine message, a surge of excitement mingled with a thread of apprehension. The prospect of stepping into the boxing ring on behalf of the college was both thrilling and daunting.Curiosity led Vincent to a secluded meeting spot on the outskirts of the campus, where the boxing team held their clandestine gatherings. The air hummed with anticipation as he approached, unsure of what awaited him. Shadows danced on the walls, and the echoes of distant conversations added an air of secrecy to the encounter.The team captain, a rugged figure with an aura of intensity, greeted Vincent with a nod. "Glad you could make it. We've been watching your progress in the karate classes, and we think you've got wha
Chapter Hundred And TwoVincent, fueled by a newfound sense of determination, decided to accept the invitation to join the college boxing team. The allure of representing the school in an international tournament resonated with him, promising an adventure that transcended the boundaries of his previous endeavors. However, as he basked in the glow of his decision, a phone call from Anastasia injected an unexpected ripple into the unfolding narrative.His phone buzzed with urgency, and when he answered, Anastasia's voice, tinged with concern, poured through the receiver. "Vincent, I heard about the boxing team and the international tournament. Please, reconsider. It sounds dangerous, and I don't want to see you get hurt," she pleaded, her words carrying a mix of worry and genuine care.Vincent, grateful for her concern, listened to her impassioned plea. However, a resolute fire burned within him. "Ana, I appreciate your worry, but this is something I need to do. It's a chance to challen
Chapter Hundred And ThreeVincent's first match in the international boxing tournament was a triumph that sent waves of excitement through the crowd. The arena erupted with cheers as his hand was raised in victory. The adrenaline coursing through him was palpable as he stood in the ring, the sweet taste of success lingering in the air.The jubilant spectators, caught up in the fervor of the moment, showered Vincent with adulation. Flowers and even undergarments rained down on the stage as a boisterous celebration unfolded. Vincent, still catching his breath from the intense bout, looked around in awe at the unexpected display of appreciation.Anastasia, watching from the stands, couldn't help but smile at Vincent's success. The atmosphere in the arena was charged with a contagious energy that swept through the crowd. Amidst the sea of cheers, she observed as some particularly enthusiastic fans went beyond traditional cheers, expressing their admiration in a more unconventional manner.
Chapter Hundred And Four Vincent slumped in his chair, staring at the red "F" glaring back at him on the exam paper. The weight of his failure settled in his chest. His dreams of academic success shattered like glass. But deep down, he couldn't muster regret because his mind was consumed by another passion – boxing.His afternoons were spent in a dimly lit gym, fists wrapped in determination. The rhythmic thud of leather against punching bags echoed his relentless pursuit of glory. The crowd's cheers became his lullaby, the ring his sanctuary. Each bruise was a badge, proof that he was striving for more than the confines of lecture halls.Amidst the sweat and adrenaline, he found camaraderie with fellow fighters. Conversations echoed between rounds, tales of triumph and defeat, dreams and fears. Vincent felt alive in the ring, a stark contrast to the academic rigmarole that now seemed a distant memory.In the heart of his fervor, he met Maria, a spirited soul who shared his love for
Chapter Hundred And Five Anastasia took a deep breath before dialing Vincent's number, her fingers hesitating over the screen. The weight of concern for the person she once shared everything with pushed her to make the call. After a few rings, Vincent's voice, once a source of comfort, answered coldly, "What do you want?""Vincent, I'm just worried about you. This path you're on, it's not healthy," Anastasia began, her words laced with genuine concern.Vincent scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone. "Save your concern. We're not together anymore, remember? I don't need your opinions on my life."Anastasia winced at the harsh reminder. "I know, Vincent, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're diving headfirst into something that's consuming you. Boxing is important, but it shouldn't define you. Failing your studies and pushing people away, it's not the Vincent I know."Vincent's laughter crackled through the phone, a bitter sound that stung more than his words. "You don't kno
Chapter One Hundred And Six Vincent paced nervously in his dimly lit apartment, his mind swirling with disbelief. Rumors had reached him that someone was pregnant with his child, and the shock reverberated through his entire being. He couldn't fathom how this could be possible, having always been meticulous about contraception.Frantically, he dialed numbers, his fingers trembling as he tried to reach out to the media, hoping to stifle the spread of the impending news. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the looming uncertainty of how this false information could impact his life.As the conversations with reporters and social media representatives unfolded, Vincent's desperation intensified. He pleaded for understanding, emphasizing the importance of accuracy in reporting. Each denial and explanation he gave seemed to fall on deaf ears, and the rumors continued to gain momentum.In a desperate attempt to salvage his reputation, Vincent decided to confront the source of th