"Hmm, okay!" Tom nodded. "Arthur, I'll leave the rest to you. You know what to do." Alexander stood up to leave. As he stepped outside, his phone rang. He was surprised to see Emily's name on the screen. They had been divorced for a while now, and he couldn't think of a reason why she would call him. He had indeed changed his phone but not his phone number which could explain why she was able to reach him. "Hello?" Alexander answered, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension. "The family is having a meeting. It's compulsory that you come," Emily said in a distant voice, as if she was merely relaying information. Alexander was taken aback by the suddenness of the situation - he had just been kicked out of the family by them and now summoned to a family meeting. He was no longer related to them. Although he initially found it amusing that the Johnson family seemed to think he was at their beck and call like a servant, his curiosity eventually got the better of him and he decided
Ethan was startled by what he saw on his phone, causing him to stand up abruptly. "What!! What is this?" he exclaimed, staring intently at his device. Grandpa Johnson, noticing Ethan's distress, walked towards him to inquire about the problem. As he peered over Ethan's shoulder, he too was taken aback by what he saw on the screen. Meanwhile, Alexander, who was in the vicinity, had a peculiar smile on his face. It was evident that he knew something that the others didn't. He then spoke up, "That's the consequence for provoking me. To get him back, you know what to do." His enigmatic tone hinted that he was involved in the situation somehow. Ethan's initial shock soon turned into anger as he processed the implications of what he saw. "You shit. Kill him," he roared furiously, directing his rage towards Alexander. As the gangsters closed in on Alexander, he acted quickly, saying "Hold on, before you do anything, you better call your boss and ask if Alexander is to be touched. Otherwise
In the dimly lit room, obscured by shadows, a figure stood motionless behind a towering chair. Dressed entirely in black, their face remained hidden, shrouded in mystery. It was impossible to discern whether this enigmatic presence was human or something altogether otherworldly. As if on cue, another figure entered the room, dropping to their knees in front of the high-backed chair. "Master," the newcomer whispered, their voice thick with trepidation. "There have been movements from the other side." The room was still and silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of the two men. Eventually, the master spoke, his voice resonating with a deep, guttural timbre. "How large?" "Nothing major, master," the kneeling man replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I have a feeling that something is about to occur." A low, thoughtful sound emanated from the master as he mulled over the information. Finally, he spoke again, his voice edged with a sense of purpose. "It seems that the time ha
Ethan's father, Daniel Blackwell, sat across from a cloaked man in a private room at a restaurant. At that moment, he received a phone call. After the call, he had a satisfied grin on his face and said, "It's done." The man seated across from him was attired in a somber black cloak, lending an air of mystery and intrigue to his appearance. The two men shared a moment of silent contemplation, each engrossed in their phones, before the man in black finally spoke up. "You should be aware that you do not possess the power to coerce or persuade me into accepting a job offer from you," he said, his voice low and measured. His tone carried an implicit warning, suggesting that any attempt to manipulate or deceive him would not be taken lightly. The man's eyes narrowed, hinting at a deeper intensity beneath his composed exterior. He seemed to be sizing up his interlocutor, weighing his words and evaluating his character. "I hope that you intend to honor your commitments and fulfill your pro
Currently, the White's Group had managed to stabilize their falling stock price, but they faced a new challenge as Alexander was injured and their ally Tom had been attacked. Arthur quickly rushed into Alexander's office and informed him that Tom couldn't come to their aid because he had also been attacked by the Forbes family and Russel simultaneously. "The Forbes family and Russel attacked us at the same time to avoid us reinforcing each other. Young master, Tom can't come over now, he's been attacked as well," Arthur explained, his tone urgent. Alexander's expression was serious as he responded, "What happened to Tom? Is he okay?" "I'm not sure, young master. But from what I heard, his stronghold was attacked and his home was attacked as well," Arthur answered. "No worries, just stick to the plan. The Forbes might be a powerful family, but I'm no pushover either. Their business is highly dependent on a rare raw material, and what they do not know is that their supply chain is vu
Tom, who was tied to a chair and bleeding from a gunshot wound, was facing Russel, who was seated in another chair. Alexander and Isabel had parked their car a distance away and were approaching Tom's location cautiously, when the sound of the gunshot had halted their advance. Russel, who was seated across from Tom, mocked him for his fall from grace. He spoke of how Tom was once a feared ruler of the underground world but had now become weak and submitted to the White's Group. "You know, I actually heard so many legends about you in the past, how you ruled the underground with an iron fist," Russel said with a sneer. "But now you've become so weak that anybody can deal with you. Your control is loose. And the most annoying part, you submitted to the White's Group." Tom grunted with pain but didn't let Russel's words go unchallenged. "How about you? Submitting to the Forbes family. What's the difference between me and you?" Russel laughed once more as his arrogant demeanor rose. "S
Russel, who had been kicked and severely injured, expressed his fear and pleaded for mercy from Alexander, who seemed to be unfazed by his threats. "I'm a member of the Forbes family, if you harm me, you'll pay," Russel said with fear. Alexander responded with laughter, claiming that the Forbes family would soon fall. "The Forbes family, don't worry, they'll join you soon enough, but before you go, it should be okay for you to know that they will fall. And when they do, their power and influence will crumble." Russel's anxiety escalated seeing Alexander not bothered, and he decided to offer Alexander money to save his own life. "How about I give you three million? That can make people stop seeing you as a live-in son-in-law. Is that enough for you to let me go?" Alexander chuckled and shook his head, then held out his hand and extended five fingers. "You, you want five million?" Russel asked, his voice trembling. "No, you're wrong, I want five billion," Alexander replied with a my
As night fell and the next day quickly rose, the public was largely unaffected by the news of Russel's death and the changes in the underground world. The Greece family's influence in the government allowed Alexander to maintain a sense of control, despite the shift in power. However, for the Forbes family, who were the ones behind Russel's activities, the situation was different. The Forbes family was based in the South of Fairview, and the situation had significant implications for them. In the living room of the Forbes family's mansion, a young man named Xavier sat on a sofa, scrolling through his phone. He was confident and focused, with an air of determination that seemed to radiate from him. Across from him sat Damien Forbes, the butler and advisor of the Forbes family. Despite his advanced age, Damien was sharp and astute, with a wealth of experience and knowledge. "Young master Xavier," said Damien, breaking the silence. "We have lost the foundation we built for the undergrou
The onslaught of attacks was directed at Alexander, but rather peculiarly, it appeared as though they merely struck an invisible barrier before vanishing into thin air. This unexpected turn of events washed over Isabelle with a profound sense of relief, momentarily alleviating her apprehensions. However, her newfound comfort was abruptly replaced by a more profound sense of concern as she observed Alexander, who remained motionless, with his eyes firmly shut in an unsettling manner."Young Master!" Isabelle cried out once more, her voice trembling with anxiety, but there was still no sign of response from him.Notifying Lord Pluto and the rest of the group, she swiftly attempted to rush to Alexander's aid. However, an insurmountable obstacle barred her path, a formidable and turbulent force akin to an unyielding gale, effectively halting her advance.In a synchronized effort, both Captain Tiger and Captain Skeleton also endeavored to reach Alexander's side, but they, too, found the
Alexander wore a confident smile as he responded, "In the event of a clash between our forces, the outcome would undoubtedly be in our favor. While it's true that both of our factions possess great strength, the critical distinction lies in my approach. I don't merely seek personal power; I am dedicated to empowering my people. Behind me stand formidable martial artists and skilled weapon users, all contributing to our collective might."Captain Tiger guffawed heartily in response, "Our troops, in essence, serve as expendable pawns and sacrificial lambs – or, to put it bluntly, they're our meatshields. As leaders, it's our duty for our people to be willing to lay down their lives for us. The caveat is that we rely on their sacrifices to keep our operations afloat. Yet, as long as Captain Skeleton and I maintain our personal strength, it's sufficient to strike fear into our adversaries. This, in turn, ensures that our men don't meet their end quite so easily."With a sarcastic clap, Al
Alexander observed as Lord Pluto and his companions rose from the ground. Approaching them, he inquired, "Do you find yourselves persuaded?"Lord Pluto responded with a nod, lowering his head in acknowledgment. "Completely convinced," he affirmed.Terry and Townsend also signaled their agreement with affirmative nods. Isabelle, on the other hand, didn't need to express her belief; she had unwaveringly trusted Alexander from the beginning.Having settled the matter, Alexander addressed Isabelle with determination, saying, "There's no time for extensive preparations. Gather our people; we must march to battle immediately. Today, we shall seize control of Rhode Island."Isabelle responded with a nod, her smile reflecting her readiness, and she swiftly dispatched Terry and Townsend to carry out the orders.Alexander then turned to Lord Pluto, acknowledging the urgency, and said, "I'm certain your people are already preparing. Instead of coming here, they should head straight to where the
Upon disembarking from the vehicle alongside Lord Pluto, Alexander was met with a chorus of salutes from the newly formed merger of the Xander Mercenaries, their respect palpable in the air.With a gracious smile adorning his face, Alexander returned the salute to his loyal comrades. Meanwhile, a quartet of individuals, comprising Isabelle, Damien, Terry, and Townsend, made their way toward the charismatic duo of Alexander and Lord Pluto.Isabelle, ever conscious of the company present, initially exhibited a degree of restraint in her demeanor, but Alexander, driven by the warmth of their reunion, paid no heed to the onlookers and proceeded to embrace Isabelle, reaffirming their strong bond.He gently murmured into her ear, "You've put in a tremendous amount of effort," his words soft and reassuring. After sharing a heartfelt embrace that lasted for approximately two minutes, he released her from their warm hug. Isabelle found herself inundated with a whirlwind of emotions, yet she
"What one?" Alexander inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion as he struggled to grasp the gravity of Lord Pluto's words.In response, Lord Pluto's voice carried a somber tone as he recounted a past conversation, "During our initial encounter, Isabelle shared her audacious ambition with me – to conquer Rhode Island and emerge as the dominant power. I warned her that the existing peak forces in the region were formidable, and it seemed an insurmountable task, but she remained resolute."With a weary sigh, Lord Pluto continued to divulge, "I've taken precautionary measures since then; I've summoned my loyal followers and fortified my territory to shield it from external influences. It's not that I plan to betray them, but I'm not willing to jeopardize my life either so it's better i remain on the sidelines. Isabelle once mentioned that if her young master were present, dealing with these forces would be a breeze. Seeing you, you appear quite ordinary, which makes me wonder if she exag
Alexander found himself escorted by a group of heavily armed men who guided him through the encampment, ultimately leading him to their authoritative figure. The commanding presence he met was none other than Lord Pluto, the formidable leader of the Plutonian Force whom Isabelle was familiar with it.The Plutonian Force, the mercenary force that had recently isolated themselves and had strategically fortified their encampment, shutting themselves off from external affairs. Yet, the part of the coast where Alexander had made his unexpected arrival fell within their territory.Curiously, this region had been left less guarded, as the Plutonians didn't anticipate any visitors attempting to access their territory by sea, considering the treacherous waters teeming with wildlife posed a significant deterrent.So it was truly a surprise to see Alexander come from there.It was a genuine shock to witness Alexander emerge from that particular location."Kneel!" In a tense moment, one of the a
Alexander approached Freya with a graceful stride, lowering his head in a polite bow as he spoke, "I extend my heartfelt gratitude."He then turned his attention to Uncle Three and performed a similar courteous gesture, expressing his appreciation, "Thank you for your assistance."Uncle Three, a jovial twinkle in his eye, replied with a chuckle, "Oh, I didn't really contribute much. Had it not been for this powerful lady here, my second brother might have persisted."Alexander's lips curled into a warm smile, his appreciation unwavering, "Nevertheless, your decision to come here alone carries great significance."Uncle Three acknowledged the gravity of the situation with a nod, "I understand that you have important matters to discuss with her. I'll take my leave now, leaving you to your conversation."Alexander gave a subtle nod, his eyes locked on Uncle Three as his figure slowly faded from view. Before Alexander could utter a word, Freya's voice resonated with a mix of understandin
Uncle Three experienced a profound sense of shame due to Freya's words. Despite his unwavering faith in Alexander, he couldn't deny that Alexander's opponent possessed superior skills and abilities. Nevertheless, he made a deliberate choice to maintain his silence, mirroring Freya's stance. Uncle Three harbored an unspoken commitment that if ever Alexander found himself in mortal peril, he would instantly and unhesitatingly rush to his aid, ready to face any danger to protect his young master.Alexander and Silas remained entangled in their fierce battle. In this latest skirmish, the formidable force of their clash propelled Alexander, once more, to be forcefully hurled to the unforgiving ground. However, instead of immediately pursuing his fallen opponent, Silas chose to bide his time and observe, patiently allowing Alexander to rise on his own accord. Silas anticipated the moment of vulnerability that would arise when his adversary got back on his feet, ready to seize any opportu
Deep within the recesses of Uncle Two's mind, an intense desire burned within him, one he could scarcely admit even to himself. It was a wish, a sinister yearning, to violently dismantle Freya's world and force her to witness his merciless confrontation with Alexander. This desire was so powerful that it coursed through his every thought, yet he refrained from acting on it.Two primary reasons compelled Uncle Two to exercise caution. Firstly, he was unable to ascertain the true extent of Freya's abilities or her connections, leaving him in the dark regarding the potential consequences of his actions. Secondly, an overwhelming, ominous pressure seemed to emanate from Freya herself, a formidable force that served as a stark deterrent.Despite the fervent desire to bring Alexander to an end, Uncle Two cherished his own life, a natural instinct that whispered warnings of the grave dangers lurking should he tread recklessly on this treacherous path. In this delicate balance between desi