Taylor, who saw Amanda approaching and holding Melvis' arm, immediately frowned, "What the hell is this woman?!" Taylor said to herself. She was a little annoyed with what Amanda was doing in front of her. She was a little jealous because Melvis was not the type to get carried away easily, the man was calm even though Amanda held his arm aggressively. "How is Mr. Melvis? Are you willing?" Amanda asked again. Even though she wore a very revealing outfit that exposed her chest, Melvis wore a long-sleeved blazer that protected his skin. Melvis slowly and calmly released the woman's grip on her arm. He glanced at Taylor with a flat expression. It was as if she was asking for help, but Melvis didn't show his displeasure. Taylor chuckled at Melvis' innocence, she glanced at the woman sharply. "How dare this woman!" chided Taylor in annoyance. She then looked away and gave Amanda an unhappy look. Amanda, who saw that, just snorted in annoyance before turning her pampered gaze on Melvis.
Melvis chose to listen to the woman's babbling since half an hour ago, he even noticed how many servants the woman had brought around them. "You can check that document," Amanda said, pointing to the document in front of Melvis. He just shut up and nodded, Melvis raised her eyebrows and stared at the document. He opened the first sheet and then closed it quickly. Then, grinning a little at Amanda, he closed the document and pushed it quickly to Amanda. "No, thank you, Miss Amanda, I don't need your offer," Melvis said with his trademark smile in a friendly manner. He calmly began sitting in Vincent-style and casually leaned his shoulders on the chair. He folded his arms across his chest, and his legs crossed over his other leg. Amanda, who saw Melvis pushing the documents towards her, immediately frowned. She gave Melvis a questioning look. "What does he want? Is this hope not enough for him? He can get a woman as beautiful as her," Amanda said in her heart. Amanda was not happ
Chaos broke out in a private building owned by Melvis, the sound of gunfire and explosions was deafening. It was a private building far from the city center. Melvis had been staying there since the day before because of an urgent and planned matter."ARGGHHH! Shit!" shouted one of the men being hit by a tall man. His body was grabbed and dragged.That day the situation was precarious, the sound of screaming surrounded the building along with the sound of heavy equipment outside the building. Not enough shouting, gunshots rang out around Melvis who walked casually into the building."Is this over?" asked Melvis to Quen, who was waiting before him.He strolled with his pistol cocked, unloaded his gun and the bullets fell loudly on the floor. Some of the remaining shots fell amongst the remaining pools of blood on the floor.Melvis walked past with a relaxed and cold expression. Two waiters brought a chair for Melvis, and he sat there quietly.At the same time, Quen kicked a man with his
A few days passed, an incident that claimed many lives spread as a chain reaction accident. The massacre and purge were carried out by Melvis and assisted by his subordinates, including Quen and Taylor who had covered everything up to be very clean and untainted by the law.One by one the names of influential people in New Orlandio disappeared, most of those who disappeared were people who were not very influential in their extended families. some of them were heirs who were predicted to replace their family heirs. "Did you finish the last task?" asked Melvis. He stomped on the newspaper he was unfolding in front of his face. While Quen had been waiting in front of Melvis' desk for the past five minutes, he waited for his master's mood to improve after reading the newspaper about the scandal that came out of the casualties of Melvis' enemies. "Already sir, I've assigned them to clean up the last one without remaining." Quen reported in a soft and steady voice.Lately he knew very
Two prominent men were slurping spicy noodles in a large, dimly lit room. One of the two was the leader, who was eating spicy noodles and pork that was still intact on a tray. He gnawed greedily on the freshly roasted pork.Melvis entered the room with a cold stare after finishing off all the men outside the room. Upon entering, he looked around, and his eyes met the leader's one remaining man."Huh?!" the subordinate made a confused sound when Melvis entered with a cold face sweeping the room in front of him. While his boss was still busy sipping the spicy noodle soup and eating the massive pork in his mouth. "Who are you?" asked the man at Melvis' sudden appearance and silence at the door. The dimly lit room made Melvis feel nauseous as the fishy smell of noodles and pork lingered throughout the room. "Dans," Melvis called in a half-whisper. He stared at the massive back of Dans, who had his back to him. It was the leader of the gangster who hated old money. The gangsters were
The situation in the room was getting precarious, Dans made a confused face. While Quen with a cold face entered while adjusting the black gloves he had worn. He made a small bow in front of Melvis afterwards."What's going on?!" dans wondered with a confused expression.Melvis stood up from Dans' desk and walked out past Quen, "Destroy it!" he half-whispered and pressed.His master's order instantly made Quen obey, he then dragged Dans by one hand after his master left the room.Two days later, Melvis sighed in front of the dewy glass. He was in the dressing room. He looked at himself from behind the glass in the dressing room, the room was adjacent to the bathroom which was releasing steam from the warm water in the bath up.Melvis had just finished washing her face, and now she chose to relax in her bathrobe. He sat in front of the soft sofa and began to relax his body. Melvis started to pick up the tablet lying on the table."Even though it wasn't as scary back then as it is now,
A month later, things seemed to be going well in New Orlandio, according to the observations of Quen's men. They didn't know about the disposal of the rest of the old money gangsters who were scattered to the shanty towns on the outskirts of New Orlando.That day it coincided with the reporting. Quen's men then informed Quen that day through a one-time phone call. "Sir, a lot of news has been manipulated. But mostly nothing so serious." Explained his subordinate from the other side of the phone.Quen simply nodded, "Keep an eye on your surroundings, and report immediately if there is anything related to what I explained yesterday. Keep an eye on that twisted man, and keep up the good name of Mr. Melvis," Quen explained carefully.He was a very obedient subordinate during the few days of Melvis' retaliation and massacre. Quen was the one in the background who helped maintain his master's good name. He calmly controlled the situation and the TV station so as not to disturb his year. H
In a suburb of New Orlando, some Hawk members controlled a poor neighborhood. They made the outskirts of New Orlandio their base camp to incite the people there. The outskirts of the city were called Side Orland. Those who were very poor and annoyed in the main town were often displaced to the outskirts of New Orlandio and made their own settlements in Side Orland. "Hey, old man! You want some bread?" asked a man wearing a tattered black robe. He was one of the Hawks disguised among the poor. He was making things worse by inciting many people around him. The old man who was sitting cleaning his scavenged shoes stared at the tall man covered in robes. He glanced at the bread in the man's hand. "Really?" the poor man asked doubtfully. He was so shabby and miserable, seeing someone giving him bread, he looked happy and snatched it. He ate it with gusto until he coughed."Old man, you are very hungry, aren't you? What makes you so?" asked a man wearing a full robe and mask. The sha