FEW HOURS AGO...THE NIGHT TABULEE ATTACKED SCOTT..."You are dead meat, Scott Carden." Tabulee spoke as he picked up his dagger and began to walk towards Scott who laid down motionless on the floor with blood gushing out from his head. Before Tabulee could get close, the sound of siren caught his attention and he shifted his gaze towards the window, spotting a cop car heading towards the apartment. "Damn it, what are the cops doing here?" Tabulee huffed with a frown. "let's get out of here, guys. I can't afford getting caught and being locked up in jail." Tabulee declared as he turned around and attempted to exit through the backdoor, but the sound of phone ringing made him halt his steps and shifted his gaze towards where Scott laid down.He bent down in front of Scott and took out his phone to see just who is calling."Mr Fernando?" Tabulee blurted out with his eyes widened in shock. "This guy wasn't joking when he said he was really close to Mr Fernando?"Tabulee's hands began t
The voice note of Mrs Sheila and Tabulee kept playing, allowing everyone to hear how Mrs Sheila gave Tabulee orders to kill Scott and also discussed about his payments.After a few minutes, the recording finally ended, and the whole room fell silent."So, do you mind explaining?" Scott smirked while glaring right into the eye of Mrs Sheila.All eyes turned to Mrs Sheila who was still sweating bucket full even though the room was as cold as North Pole. She knew that was the end, and it was impossible to bring up another lie.It this was a chess match, it would be called a checkmate."Uhm...uhm..uhm.." She stuttered, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. The only thing she wished for right now was for the ground to open up and swallow her, because she couldn't stand the hateful glares from her husband.She has never seen him this furious before. Mr Fernando has always seen Mrs Sheila as the meek and humble woman that always looks out for everyone. Even though she did ha
"Guys?" Tabulee called out with a dumbfounded look as he glanced around he street, but they were nowhere to be found. "Where could they b-" Tabulee paused in his words as he noticed a figure few meters away from where he stood."Who are you?" Tabulee demanded. He couldn't see the face or appearance of the person, all he could see was a black figure."I AM JUSTICE!" A loud mechanical voice was heard as the figure spoke.Hearing the words of the man, a puzzled expression etched on the face of Tabulee as he struggled to figure out what me meant, and why his voice was like that of a robot."Don't make me ask again, man! Who are you, and do you have anything to do with my friends disappearance?" Tabulee demanded in a commanding tone."YOUR FRIENDS, YOU SAY? YOU MEAN THE ONES THAT HAS BEEN COMMITING ATROCITIES IN THS SOCIETY? ATROCITIES LIKE ASSASINATION, ROBBERY, VANDALISM, AND SO MANY MORE?" The deep and menacing voice sounded once more."Look, I admit we were bad guys, but not anymore! I
A truck drove towards the entrance gate of the venue, but three gigantic guards blocked their path and walked to the driver's seat."Show me your license." The guard requested in a deep tone.Perez nodded his head as he took out the fake ID he made earlier and handed it over to the man. The guard retrieved the card and glanced at it with a look of suspicion evident on his face.He glanced at the ID card for a few minutes before handing it back to Perez and moved towards the truck to take a closer look inside. He swept his gaze through the inside of the truck and could see a total of three individuals sitting down with fierce looks on their faces."Open the gate!" He finally ordered after examining them for few more minutes.Hearing the words of the man, the giant gate blocking their path slid open, and the truck drove into the compound of the opulent venue."That was close." Blake commented right where he sat while letting out a sigh of relief."Head to a place with less people and pa
Oh yeah? Then why did you use it in the first place?" Blake teased with a smirk, hoping to anger the man. That worked out quite well and the man began to charge forward with his face bright red in anger, and when he arrived in striking distance, he punched out his fist towards Blake's head.The punch traveled towards his face, and the speed was quite shocking to Blake. He had not expected such a huge man to be able to move so swiftly. In the last second, he stepped to the side, and the man's fist missed his face and kept traveling forward due to the power behind it.Seizing the opportunity, Blake clenched his left fist tightly and swung it out from below towards the man's jaw. The man who had punched out earlier, was unable to retrieve his outstretched arm on time to block after catching a glimpse of Blake's fist heading towards him.Blake's fist jammed into his jaw, and the sound of teeth breaking reverberated throughout the hallway as the man's huge body got lifted off the floor and
The night air was filled with the soft hum of luxury as a sleek, shiny Mercedes Benz S-Class pulled into the opulent venue. The car's chrome accents glinted like diamonds under the soft glow of the venue's exterior lighting, and its black paint job seemed to absorb the light around it, giving it an air of mystery and sophistication.As the Mercedes came to a stop, a long convoy of black cars followed suit, pulling up behind it in a sleek, precision-lined row. The cars were all identical, their tinted windows reflecting the vibrant lights of the venue like a row of dark mirrors.The Mercedes's driver, a impeccably dressed chauffeur with a crisp white glove, stepped out and opened the rear door with a flourish, revealing the elegantly dressed figure of Mr Fernando. Fernando's black tuxedo was immaculately tailored, and his silver hair was slicked back, revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam in the light.With a graceful smile, Mr Fernando emerged from the car, his eyes scanni
"Don't judge a book by its cover, Carden. You might be seeing Pitt as a fat foodie, and Wombat as an ordinary woman, but truth be told, they are indeed very powerful. And once they switch to their serious mode, you won't recognize them again, and the only expression that would be etched on your face would be fear." Mr Fernando remarked, causing Scott's heart to skip a beat.Scott understood fully what Mr Fernando was on about and saw some sense in it. Just because they are Gang gods doesn't mean they should act that way, or have golds and shiny silvers all over their bodies to stand out from others. Some just likes it simple, and when it's time to show they would do it to the fullest.It's the same as Mr Fernando himself. Anyone who sees him would think he is a humble and caring man, but the truth is, Mr Fernando is none of that. All the caring and humility he portrays is just an act, and when it gets to business one would hardly recognize him. Example was when he killed Scott's fath
"A gang leader could have members that are all strong and powerful, but if he doesn't know how to think and plan strategies, he wouldn't last long and in no time he would be wiped out. My gang already has all the strength it needs, and all I want now is the brains to tackle critical situation." Mr Fernando explained.Scott sat there in silence as he struggled to digest all what he just heard. After a few minutes of silence, he finally muttered."So, you are asking me to join your gang?" Scott questioned, his gaze fixed intently on Mr Fernando.Mr Fernando chuckled a bit after hearing the words of Scott, and he finally responded, "Not yet, lad. But once I see your full potential you will definitely get a warm invite."Scott nodded his head before straightening his shirt and shifted his gaze away to continue examining the whole area.The people sat there in the hall, waiting for the others to arrive before the meeting can commence, and some of them were now starting to complain after wa