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WAR GOD'S REVENGE Foolish Provocation
"Fuck!""You got them, Brant?""Negative. The taxi driver is fucking good!""No worry! Let me show him who's the better one!"Pot pressed the white button on the dashboard. In an instant, the dashboard cover opened. Now several buttons of various colors were visible, looking complicated."It's not that I chose to drive this truck box for no reason," said Pot, smiled at Brant and raised one of his eyebrows.Then he pushed the res button there. Less than a second later, the truck box moved forward so damn fast. In just three seconds, it shortened the distance with the taxi to just one and a half meters."Shoot him, Brant!"Bang! Bang! Bang!"Hell yeah!" Pot exclaimed. Now he was sure that the bullets landed hard on the back of the taxi."Not satisfying enough!" said Brant. "Step on the gas pedal!""Got it!" replied Pot.The truck box he was driving moved a bit to the right, accelerated so fast, and they managed to overtake the taxi before they reached the end of the tunnel.The truck bo
WAR GOD'S REVENGE Forgive Us!
Scott furrowed his brow, realizing that the man who had just spoken to him was the Blue Devil. His style and hair color were slightly different, but his other appearance remained the same, as did the aura radiating from his body. It was clearly the Blue Devil."You know, I'm pretty offended that you didn't try to contact me even though you were in trouble. Are you that untrusting of me, Scott?" Max, the Blue Devil, said as he approached with his men.Scott didn't give any response. It was Brant who responded."Who the fuck are you? What's your business here, you motherfucker?!" Max yelled, one hand covering the gunshot wound on his shoulder.Max and his men stopped. They were now close enough to Brant and Pot's men."You know the proverb, the emptier the barrel, the louder the sound? Just like that, you are. You have no idea what you're facing right now," Max said."Shut up, you son of a—"Bang!"Argh!"Max shot Brant again before Brant finished his sentence. This time, the bullet fro
WAR GOD'S REVENGE Luisa's Unexpected Move
As Max requested, Brant, Pot, and Pot's men left in their truck box. Because Brant and Pot both suffered gunshot wounds, one of Pot's men was driving. Now the truck box was getting farther and farther away, getting smaller as time passed.The situation was safe and under control, Max approached Scott who was standing in front of the taxi."You okay, Buddy?" asked Max."I'm good," answered Scott. "You came at the right time. A little late, I'm sure I would have broken their arms and legs."Max smiled broadly. He was glad to be able to help Scott out of his situation earlier."Btw, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're patrolling like the police," Scott teased.Max chuckled. "No, I'm not. But, as the true ruler of this city, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I'll quickly know when there's a striking event like the chase just now," Max explained.Scott raised one eyebrow. He then said, "Well, since you've helped me prevent unnecessary murder, I think I should thank you, Blue Devil.
WAR GOD'S REVENGE As You Wish
Seeing Luisa look at him like that, half-drunk, Scott couldn't hold himself back any longer. He crushed Luisa's lips while gripping her neck. His right hand, meanwhile, began to squeeze Luisa's plump boobs.Luisa responded with suppressed moans. His eyes are closed. Both of his hands moved on their own, feeling Scott's chest and stomach.Scott opened his eyes as he felt Luisa's fingers touching his nipple, slightly twisting it. He retaliated by doing the same thing. He opened the towel that covered Luisa's body and held her nipple. The nipple had elongated and hardened, making it easier for Scott to do what he intended.For several minutes, they were engrossed in their heated game. If you think about it, this is the first time they are doing it, even though their marriage is almost a week old.Scott closed his eyes tightly, feeling the physical pleasure coursing through his entire body. He was grateful because this time, unlike two or three days ago, Luisa showed no signs of rejection
WAR GOD'S REVENGE You Got Some Nerve, Huh?!
"Son of a bitch! You got some nerve, huh?! You think you can act all high and mighty in front of Mr. Balfour?!" snapped the bodyguard, glaring daggers at Scott.Scott stood his ground, his gaze icy as he stared back at the bodyguard. Beside him, Luisa pressed closer, clutching his arm.“Scott, what’s happening now?” Luisa whispered.Scott shrugged and replied, "Looks like yet another idiot wants to ruin our moment."“Motherfucker! You dare call Mr. Balfour an idiot?!” the bodyguard barked, pulling a knife from inside his tuxedo.Scott took a brief glance at the knife. This wasn’t an ordinary blade; it was the kind assassins typically use.“Enough. Stop shouting. Remember, we’re at an art exhibition, after all. Did you forget that?” said the round man, Balfour, finally speaking up.“My apologies, Mr. Balfour. I got carried away by this arrogant fool’s behavior,” the bodyguard said, bowing low.Balfour ignored the apology, stepping forward to meet Scott’s gaze.They were about the same
WAR GOD'S REVENGE We Don't Want To Hurt You
Jasper, the Operation Manager of Silverpeak Heights, immediately looked at Scott with a judgmental gaze. He took a breath to contain his anger. He really wanted to spit out curses at Scott, but as a professional, he had to hold back even in moments like this.Besides, not just anyone could enjoy Jenny Liu's installation art on display at Silverpeak Heights up close. At the very least, Scott must have something that made him different from most exhibition visitors."Sir, please follow me. Let's settle this elsewhere," Jasper said, trying to stay polite even though his anger was growing.Scott looked at Jasper with annoyance. He was in this situation yesterday. Today he was facing the same problem?"It wasn't me who damaged this installation artwork, but him, this round-faced chubby guy," Scott said, pointing right at Balfour's face.Jasper was shocked by what Scott did. He didn't know who this guy was, but the fact that he dared to point and accuse a distinguished and powerful man like
WAR GOD'S REVENGE You Fukcing Idiot!
Jasper was so shocked, he could only stare blankly for a moment. When he regained his senses, he blinked, looking at Scholtz with confusion. "W-what do you... mean, Sir?" he asked hesitantly. Smack! Scholtz slapped him hard again. "How was it? Now you understand?!" Scholtz roared. Jasper fell silent again, this time he shut his mouth tight. But honestly, he still didn't understand. He thought by reporting what Scott had done, he'd get appreciation, maybe even a reward, from Scholtz. But then what? He got slapped twice! "Listen carefully, okay? This gentleman is the one who saved me from an assassination attempt a few days ago. I owe him. You better watch your attitude and your words in front of him. You understand?!" Scholtz said, pressing his index finger against Jasper's chest. Jasper's face flushed red with anger; he couldn't stand being yelled at like that in front of a distinguished visitor like Balfour. But of course, he couldn't vent his anger. As for what Scholtz
WAR GOD'S REVENGE I Trust You
Balfour had been annoyed by Scott's arrogant behavior since earlier. Now, finding Scott challenging him again, he growled, clenching his right fist."What else do I have to explain, huh? You're the one who damaged the installation art, not me!" Balfour said."Oh yeah? Then what's the proof? You've been throwing your accusations around without providing any evidence. Do you think people will just believe your words?" Scott scoffed.Balfour growled again. Actually, the answer to Scott's question was "yes", but if the person hearing the accusation was an ordinary citizen. The problem was, right now, the person hearing Balfour's baseless accusation was Scholtz, the son of one of the richest men in Ravenshire."Mr. Balfour," Scholtz said, stepping forward two steps, "if what you're accusing is true, that Scott is the one who damaged Jenny Liu's installation art, I want to see the proof."Scholtz was clearly on Scott's side. He fully believed that Scott was not the perpetrator of the art dam
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Final Warning
1 AM, at the small family residence of Daniel Grandier…Knock! Knock! Knock! The bedroom door was suddenly pounded with urgency. Jacob’s voice echoed through the hallway, calling for his father.Olivia woke up first. She shook Daniel awake, then got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.“Mom!” Jacob looked panicked. Even in the cold of the early morning, his face was drenched in sweat.“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked, her tone sharp. “You know you’re not supposed to disturb us like this.”“I’m sorry, Mom. But there are soldiers here.”“What? Soldiers?”“Yes, Mom. They forced their way in. They said they need to talk to Dad.”By this point, Daniel had already sat up in bed. He wasn’t fully awake yet, but he was alert enough to hear and process what Jacob was saying.“Soldiers are here for me?” Daniel asked, his voice groggy.“Yes, Dad. They’re in the living room right now,” Jacob replied.“Why are they looking for me? What do they want to talk about?”Jacob shrugged. “They’re wa
All of You, Disperse!
Josh’s face turned a deep, unnatural red—far redder than before. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes bulged as if they might pop out of their sockets.“Time’s up. It’s time you answer for everything you’ve done,” Scott said, planting his right foot firmly on Josh’s chest.When he’d slammed Josh to the ground earlier, he’d only used a fraction of his strength. If he’d used even a fifth of his power, Josh would already be holding onto his last breath.“Who sent you? Who told you to mess with my life? Answer me!” Scott demanded, pressing the tip of his shoe harder into Josh’s chest, eliciting a pained groan.Scott knew there was someone else behind this. Even though the information from Mr. Big and Colonel Fritz suggested Josh was the mastermind, his instincts told him Josh was acting under external pressure. He wouldn’t have done all this without someone pushing him.The question was, who was that person?“Answer me, now!” Scott barked, increasing the pressure on J
Waiting For Backup?
Josh tried to stay calm, masking the anxiety and fear bubbling beneath the surface. Unlike Mr. Big or Flinch, Josh wasn’t a fighter. He probably couldn’t even take down one of Flinch’s men in a brawl, let alone stand a chance against Scott, even if the attack was light.But he wasn’t giving up. His mind raced. He pulled out his phone and held it to his right ear.“You guys still in Mildenbrough, right? Get ready. When I give the signal, storm the villa where Scott Goodman’s wife is staying. This time, you’re free to do whatever you want to her. I’m giving you permission.”At the mention of his wife, Scott froze mid-step. His eyes widened, his fists clenched, and his jaw tightened.Seeing his tactic work, Josh lowered the phone and flashed Scott a mocking smile.“You hear that, Scott? All it takes is one signal from me, and your beloved wife will be in danger again. And this time, you won’t be there to save her,” Josh said, his lips curling into a sly grin.Scott narrowed his eyes, try
An Ugly Brawl
Scott took a deep breath and held it for a moment. It wasn’t because he was tempted by desire—it was because he was furious. Bianca had crossed the red line he’d drawn, and she’d crossed it hard.*Bzz! Bzz!*His phone vibrated. It was sitting to Bianca’s left, the screen lighting up. Flinch’s name flashed across the display.Scott snatched the phone and slid off the bed. He answered the call as he walked toward the sink.“He’s shown up?” Scott asked immediately.*[Yeah, Josh finally made an appearance. One of my guys just called it in.]*“Where is he now?”*[The Blue Line. That famous nightclub in east Nortwold. My guy said he showed up there with a bunch of muscle-bound dudes. Still not clear who they are.]*“I’m on my way.”*[You need me there too?]*“Up to you. Just make sure your guys keep him there. Don’t let him slip away again.”*[Got it, got it. I’ll tell them. Btw…]*Scott was about to end the call, but Flinch clearly hesitated. There was something else he wanted to say.“Wha
Bianca's Extra Services
Bianca led Scott to a room on the third floor, pushing open the door and stepping inside. She held the door open with her hand, giving Scott a provocative look."You’re not going to come in? Didn’t you need some rest?" she teased, running a hand through her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders.Scott glared at her, already fed up after less than ten minutes. He wanted to spit in her face.He stepped inside the room. Bianca showed him the amenities, explaining that her uncle, Flinch, had informed her that Scott didn't want to be disturbed while he was in the room. Scott just nodded, keeping silent. He noticed she would occasionally glance at him, deliberately exposing the deep cleavage of her dress.“If you need anything, just call the front desk," Bianca said, pointing to the white phone on the nightstand.“Or, just call me,” she added, making a mock phone call motion with her hand, her gaze fixed on Scott, raising an eyebrow.She pulled a small piece of paper from the plung
Leave It To Me
Flinch and his crew had just finished cleaning up the Black Wolves' outer perimeter. With the tanks now inside, Fritz's remaining forces were no match for the relentless coordinated attack. Flinch grinned, enjoying the sweet taste of victory. This was his first major triumph against the military.Several times during the battle, Flinch had heard explosions echoing from inside the headquarters. He had no idea what was going on, but he was certain that Scott, operating alone, was handling things in there. Scott would take care of the Black Wolves’ goons and the soldiers. Flinch was certain.He leaned against his car, waiting for Scott’s signal or instructions. He pulled out a cigarette and flicked open his lighter. He lit the end with a quick flick of his wrist, took a deep drag, and blew a plume of smoke into the air.On his third drag, he heard the familiar engine roar. A car was approaching from inside the compound. It was Scott’s black McLaren.Flinch quickly dropped his cigarette,
No Exceptions
The newly arrived tanks essentially obliterated the headquarters of the mafia organization, The Black Wolves, reducing it to rubble. For instance, the two recent shots caused two buildings at different locations to collapse instantly.Scott's attention was diverted to the tanks, allowing Fritz to seize the opportunity. He kicked open the helicopter door and leaped out, rolling several times before getting up and sprinting away.Scott noticed Fritz's actions but only glanced at him, choosing to ignore the escape. He felt the immediate need to deal with the tanks, convinced that the soldiers operating them had more extensive orders than just destroying the place.Scott pulled out his phone and called Flinch. When Flinch answered on the third ring, Scott simply said, "Show time!" confident that Flinch understood the urgency, and then hung up. At that moment, he noticed one of the tank barrels aiming directly at him, locking onto his position.His instincts kicked in. Just as the tank fir
Flatten This Place!
Scott and Fritz locked eyes, their gazes clashing in a silent standoff. The power dynamic was clear, a stark contrast in their postures.Fritz drew his pistol with a flick of his wrist, aiming at Scott through the shattered windshield of the helicopter."Bang!”The bullet, fired at point-blank range, was meant for Scott's head. But Scott reacted with lightning speed, ducking to the left, narrowly dodging the projectile. He shot his hand out, catching the smoking barrel before Fritz could pull the trigger again."Crack!"The pistol's barrel crumpled under Scott's crushing grip. Fritz’s eyes widened in disbelief, his hand instinctively yanking back from the mangled weapon.“Smack!"The pistol clattered onto the floor, replaced by Scott's iron grip around Fritz’s throat. The air vanished from Fritz’s lungs, his face turning crimson, his eyes bulging. Though he struggled with all his might, he couldn't break free. In that instant, Fritz realized he had grossly misjudged Scott's strength.
Scott vs. Helicopters
In one of the helicopters flying low over The Black Wolves' headquarters, Colonel Fritz sat and observed the situation below through a pair of binoculars borrowed from one of his men. He watched the raging flames and thick black smoke rising into the sky. He felt a surge of excitement.Honestly, this was a moment he had been waiting for a long time. Although he had facilitated the meeting between Mr. Big and Josh and had asked Mr. Big to help Josh eliminate Scott, he had never truly considered Mr. Big an ally.Both then and now, Mr. Big had been an antagonist in his life. Destroying a high-profile criminal like Mr. Big would be a milestone in his military career. He could claim that he had orchestrated everything to take down the most feared mafia organization in Nortwold right at their headquarters. Once the rumors spread, it would only be a matter of time before all the mafia organizations in the city bowed to him.And now, he smiled. It was a subtle smile on the outside, but inside
