In the living room of a well furnished building, a lady in a white dress could be seen sitting on a sofa, her skin a little pale and her eyes fixated on the screen of her cell phone which she could be seen tapping from time to time. With the way this lady was sitting, one could see her protruding stomach, although not very visible but it was already out a little , it was clear that this lady was with a child, meaning she was pregnant. Her long brown hair fell to her back, as she could be seen leaning backwards so that her back was resting on the sofa while she crossed her legs. As her eyes glued to the screen of her cell phone, another lady, an older lady to be precise, could be seen walking out of the kitchen with a tray in hand, passing through the living room clearly heading to the dining area. " Lisa, breakfast is ready, you should come over to the dinning" the woman smiled , dropping the tray on the dinning table as she stared at the pregnant lady who had now got on her feet
Peter Robertson was a man who wasn't privileged to be born into a wealthy family, thereby hindering him from coming from a wealthy background, he had graduated with an upper credit, but due to the way the economy was , one that favors the rich and condemns the poor, he had not been privileged to get a job at a well paid company or government firm. At first Peter had opened a coffee shop by the road side where he sells and delivers coffee to customers,the business at first wasn't that promising and he had even had a second thought , one that almost made him quit.But then after a while , surprisingly the once unpromising business which Peter had almost quit suddenly began to bloom. He began to get customers from all over the globe and from just a simple small coffee shop by the roadside, Peter began to expand his business and he was advised to make it bigger which he did. The once simple small coffee shop was then converted into a restaurant, a large restaurant, which had all differe
Walking on the walkway of a certain car stand was four people,three men and a lady. The lady in question had red hair which was weaved into two fish tails which fell to her back.Of course this lady was none other than lady Claire, the other three were Mason, Gibson and the newly found crew member or rather the first member of the elite group Peter. If one was to look around they would see that Nicholas the head guard who had been with them earlier was nowhere to be found. This was because he had been called over by his father , ' Although it was a bit strange for Greg to call his son like that , as there was no call for alarm , so why would the man need his son so urgently, not like there was an attack in the starks residence or something,' this was all in Mason's thoughts and the newlord had no choice but to brush these thoughts to the back of his mind, trusting that Nicholas would do the right thing .Peter had taken over the wheel after Nicholas left, he was a good driver, even
Lately, Nicholas had noticed some kind of weird and funny movements from his dad,the way the man went In and out of the Starks Mansion, easily and most of the time he would leave alone without a guard which was actually rare for his father of all people to do. Sometimes old Greg would just go out with just a single guard , unlike before where he hardly leaves the Mansion at all. Another thing Nicholas had noticed was how his father had decided to detach himself from simple matters that involved Mason, which was unlike him. And this was beginning to raise suspicions from Nicholas.Although others might have not noticed this, Nicholas had, the head guard had noticed all this from his father, old Greg was his father so it was only right he watched over his father even if the relationship between the two wasn't all that close. Nicholas had been looking for a perfect timing to ask his father this question, but the head guard had been quite busy lately, the reason he hadn't asked his fat
Even with the fact that Mason had been on the streets before his life changed, he had never really heard of a place where a street fight like this was being held . Not like he was one who promoted fightings and violence anyway, he had always avoided violence, it was only after his life had changed he had seen that violence was something that was part of our daily life , and it was something that cannot be totally avoided, as no matter how one try , violence will always come to meet them wherever they are. Thanks to the trial room which had changed Mason's perspective of life, now he had the courage and at least was A Bit strong enough to protect himself. One thing he knew was that he would try as much as possible to get stronger. Hearing the rules of the game from this boy by his side who was still constantly cheering, Mason was shocked , although it was a relief that it wasn't a battle to the death, it was still dangerous for it to be that the opponent must be knocked out before o
Street fighting was something that was practiced in some certain neighborhoods around Burlington city and other cities in Freeland. Although it seemed illegal, the police were not really into hunting down those who made these practices, the only way the cops would truly be concerned or interested in a street fight is when the particular street fighting is not well organized.In most cases some street fighting would result in death, this was the only reason or only way the cops would totally get involved, bringing all those around or all those they could find in the vicinity into custody. Street fighting was a regular weekend activity in which the locals used whiling away time or rather catching their fun.Most of them had even used this as a means of making money, the participants or rather fighters would make money from each fight they won while the audience would even make bigger money from gambling, placing bets on which of the fighters would win and which would lose. Of course
With how complicated everything was,the Starks were actually at the center of it all, they had a traitor in their midst, one that had been known for passing personal information which was supposed to be for the ears of the Starks alone to the Phoenix. Another problem was the fact that the leader of the new group who had introduced themselves as the black bulls had insisted that Mason who was the leader of the Starks and Gabriel the Phoenix leader step down from their position. Whether the leader of the black bulls was planning to lead the two groups himself or he was planning to do something else entirely, no one really knew what his plans were. The leader of the black bulls had given the Starks and the Phoenix just a few days to announce that they had dropped their positions as leaders or else Aliyah who was in the custody of the black bulls would be eliminated. Aliyah was the perfect bait, the perfect tool in using to get these two leaders as she had a relationship with the two,
There are indeed different great fighters in the world , different type entirely, all have different unique techniques and traits, it was relatively hard to come across two set of fighters who actually fights the same, even if there are people out there who fights the same, there would always be something unique to one that the other doesn't have. The streetfights which Mason and his group had watched were awesome which had picked their interests so much, especially the fight between the two people which they were looking to recruit into their elite team. Actually they weren't looking to recruit the two as one out of the two had already agreed to join ,making him the first member of the elite group while the other was totally unaware of anything of such. When watching the fight, Mason had observed and took note of a lot of things. Of course he knew he himself needed to get stronger, the world wasn't a safe place and being weak would only make it harder for him to survive in it. Ab