"What?" "How?" These were some of the words that left the mouth of those present. The famous, wealthy and influential Arthur White who was seen as a God by some of his workers was bowing and addressing a poorly dressed man who had just been accused as a thief as young master. "Sir, are you mistaken?" Jane who was still holding the side of her face spoke tentatively as she moved backward slowly. She didn't offend him so why had she been slapped. Arthur glared at her with anger, "How dare you question me? Who the hell are you?" Then he turned towards Alexander, "Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming. I could have come out to welcome you personally. I'm sorry my foolish subordinates offended you," he said. Alexander waved his hand, "It's none of your business. They have their own wills and as such will pay the price or get the reward for every of their actions." Jane felt a trace of fear hearing their conversations. She couldn't believe her ears. The man whom she had just des
Arthur paused and looked up at Alexander. "Hmm, please wait, young master," he said, his tone thoughtful. "I may have something that might interest you." Alexander raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? What is it?" he asked, as he sat back down. "It's a house," Arthur said, watching as Alexander's eyes widened with interest. "The previous owner gave it to me, probably to curry favor. But since I already have a place, I haven't really used it." Alexander nodded, intrigued. "I see. And where is this house located?" "It's in Greenwich Estate," Arthur replied, his tone somewhat reverential. "It's one of the most sought-after areas in the city, and the house itself is the best one there. The owner had good vision." As Alexander murmured the name of the area to himself, a look of recognition crossed his face. "Greenwich Estate," he said slowly. "I recall now. That's a place that's said to be only for the extremely influential, isn't it?" Arthur nodded, a small smile on h
Alexander turned towards the sound of a voice and saw a young man, decked in luxurious clothing, holding a woman. Alexander didn't know the guy, so he frowned, wondering how he knew him. The young man noticed Alexander's confusion and laughed. "You look lost, loser. Need some help finding your way?" Alexander's frown deepened. "Excuse me, do we know each other?" The young man sneered. "No, I don't know you. I can never know a loser like you." The young man and the woman besides him burst into laughter. Alexander's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I don't appreciate that kind of talk. Get out of my way." The young man laughed. "Or what? You're going to hit me with that scrawny arm of yours?" Alexander took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists and repeated his words. "I said, get out of the way now!!" The young man smirked. "Make me." That was all Alexander needed to hear. He lunged forward and landed a punch on the young man's nose, sending him reeling backwards. The woman n
The bald headed man carried himself with utmost confidence as he walked closer. Though he had seen Isabel beat those gang members, he didn't take them serious. Meanwhile, the gang members were happy as if they had seen a life saving straw. Alexander squinted and observed the bald headed man, "You're not Tom," he stated simply. Though he had not seen Tom or his picture, he had the feeling this wasn't him. The bald headed man gave a slight smile, "You're indeed bold to call the name just like that. If I was to attack you, do you think this young woman by your side can keep you safe?" "You can give it a try," Alexander said confidently. He didn't know Isabel but he knew that whoever the Greece would arrange to protect him would definitely not be ordinary. "Hmmm," The bald headed man gave a deep look at Alexander, "A rat is usually bold until it is gobled up by the Lion." Suddenly, the bald-headed man lunged forward, his body tensed like a coiled spring. Isabel, with lightning-fast re
Alexander and Isabel opted to take a taxi for their transportation needs, while the individual designated by Arthur took charge of collecting Bald Liu, Damon, and the rest of their group, who were unconscious, in his own car. They then proceeded to head towards their designated hotel. *** Tom arrived at the hotel with three intimidating men who were under his leadership as gang leaders. Surprisingly, they arrived at the hotel in under an hour, indicating their speed and efficiency. Tom himself was a middle-aged man with good looks, and his innocent appearance made it difficult for people to believe that he was a member of a gang, let alone the boss of all gangs in the South of Fairview. Upon their arrival, they headed straight to a private room in the restaurant section, where a plethora of luxurious foods were placed on the table, waiting for them to indulge. In the room, Arthur was already waiting for them, ready to discuss important matters with Tom and his associates. "Mr. Whit
"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
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