“You can't intimidate us with your power. We gave you that power." The elders were not happy with her behavior.“Even though you gave me that power, my father founded this gang,” Tisha retorted."Do you think this gang would have reached this level if not for our support? Little girl, you are not the final boss here. We only accepted you to be our lady because of your father's final wish."When Tisha was five years old, her mother was brutally murdered by a rival gang. Her father took her to the gang and started training her. When she was ten years old, they were attacked by a different organization, and her father died while trying to save them.The organization did all they could to save him after the battle had ended, but it was too late. On his deathbed, he asked the elders to protect his daughter. He also told them she would succeed him after he passed away. This made her grow early, and she learned how to protect herself.Tisha clenched her fist hard. She had been working tirele
“Jasmine, please be fine," Eleanor pleaded."It's alright, we will find her. Eleanor. You will scare the little child," Jerome reassured.They received another call from Hayford. "Sir, we have been able to trace the car. The car was abandoned on the outskirts of Los Angeles. We are trying to search the surroundings.""Are there any uncompleted buildings?" Jerome inquired."No, sir, there isn't. I think they took another car and left this one behind. The car left behind was stolen. The owner reported to the police three days ago that his car was missing," Hayford reported."Hmm, inform the police. Tell them to do their best to find her. Try every possible means to locate her," Jerome commanded."Yes, boss," Hayford replied and hung up."What did he say?" Eleanor asked curiously."They were able to trace the car, but it was empty. It is obvious that the car has been changed.""Jasmine, where are you?" Eleanor mumbled.In an uncompleted building, Jasmine woke up to find herself tied to a
"Of course, to teach you a lesson. What else can I do?” Jerome chuckled."Will you talk?”"You can do your worst. I won't talk,” he said through gritted teeth.“Alright. It's been a while since I had fun. Be my entertainer tonight." He said and picked up the acid that was in a small plastic carboy, pouring a small amount onto his left hand – about one spoonful.“Ahahaha!!" The man screamed in horror. "You are a devil," he cursed.“Of course, I know I'm a devil." Jerome wore a sinister grin on his lips.“I'm honored to be called a devil," Jerome continued, pouring a small portion onto his left leg."Ahahaha, please kill me. Please kill me,” the man pleaded, unable to bear the pain.“Are you going to speak or not?" Jerome asked. He enjoyed his miserable cry. The man, though in intense pain, decided to endure it. He gritted his teeth but said nothing.“This game is really fun. Since you're not ready to talk, let me continue with my game," Jerome said coolly. "I need pepper," he ordered.
In the early morning, one of the security men rang the bell. Jerome, a light sleeper, woke up, clearly annoyed.“My wife is asleep; why are you ringing the doorbell at this hour? It's 5:00 a.m.”“I'm sorry, boss, but I need to show you something. Miss Jasmine…” the leader was still in shock."What happened to Jasmine?" Jerome thought she was found."At the entrance," he pointed. Jerome walked to the entrance and saw Jasmine's lifeless body lying on the floor. "Hurry, and call the doctor." Jerome wanted to get her out before his wife saw her.“Boss, she is already dead,” the bodyguard said.“Shut up!” He roared.“What's going on here?” They heard Eleanor's sleepy voice. Startled, Eleanor had been sleeping lightly since Jasmine went missing.“No…” Jerome tried to say something. The bodyguard quickly blocked her view, but one person couldn't block the view of a grown woman. She saw the leg of the lady. Before they could stop her, she had already walked to the body.“Jasmine, no, Jasmine.
Jerome sighed. The old woman was right. What if…, no,” he shook his head. He would do anything to protect his child and Eleanor.Jerome called one of the men who were on duty that night. “What were you doing when this happened? I told you to guard the house, and you all fell asleep.The bodyguard lowered his head and responded, "We all fell asleep after the food we ate.”Jerome didn't expect this answer. “ If what you are saying is true, then it means the person has infiltrated the camp. He knows all our moves.”"Yes, boss. That was what I thought.”"I see. You can leave." Jerome didn't blame them. Since the food was drugged, it was inevitable. He felt deeply in thought. After thinking deeply, he called Bright. “I need you to make a thorough investigation of all the cooks. Find out about the background of each of the cooks. I need it now.” His eyes were cold as he clenched his fist tightly to the phone.“Alright, boss." The information had already reached Bright, so he didn't ask. Aft
The blond-haired guy held his hands and asked, “Boy, where are you going?"He was curious. "Of course, to chat with the beauty,” the brown-haired guy said with a confident look. He was handsome and wealthy, always getting any woman he set his eyes on, sure it would be easy to get her. It is just like killing an ant. He held out his hands as he walked to her, ready to offer a friendly handshake. "Hi beauty," he said with a smile.“Hi," Rosca responded indifferently. Her motive for coming here was to flirt with boys, but now she wasn't in the mood. She wanted to be alone to enjoy the lyrics of the song playing.The man was dissatisfied with her attitude. Usually, girls would try their best to show their feminine side, some looking seductive when he approached. Why is she different? It was like he wasn't welcome. “I can see you came alone. Let's drink together," the brown-haired man said, calling for the bartender and ordering the same mineral as Rosca.Rosca was getting more frustrated
As the blond-haired man approached Rosca and her friend, he looked her up and down, appraising her like a piece of meat. The way he stared made her feel objectified and uncomfortable. “Hey moron, are you captivated by my beauty?" Rosca scoffed.The blond-haired man pointed an accusatory finger at her, his teeth clenched in rage. 'You...!' he sputtered, unable to finish the sentence. His face was flushed with anger, and Rosca could see the veins on his neck throbbing.Rosca held her head high like a proud peacock, “What have I done? Did I say anything wrong? Aren't you a moron?" She wasn't ready to back down.Bright sat there in a relaxed manner, sipping on his drink and watching the show with interest. Rosca was more intriguing than he could have imagined.The blond-haired man was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to contain his rage. He balled his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white as he clenched them. Rosca could see that he was on the
Rosca was not in the mood again. She decided to go home. She got out of the bar and met Bright at the entrance. Bright stared back at her with his hands in his pocket. He didn't know what to say to her. When Rosca saw Bright, she stopped and said, “Oh it's you." Bright lifted an eyebrow and said, “Of course it's me! Who else would it be?” He paused, then continued, “But I didn't know you were such a skilled fighter. No wonder you're so brave!” He sounded impressed, and a hint of admiration crept into his tone."Rosca was taken aback. "So you saw what was happening and didn't intervene? As a gentleman, shouldn't you have come to my aid?” She sounded indignant, her voice laced with disappointment. “That's why I say you're so uncivilized!”Bright shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I've always known I lack manners, so it's no surprise to me. Besides, it's a good thing you can defend yourself. Otherwise, I might have just stood by and watched them hurt you.” Rosca clenched her teeth in frust