"You want me to make him rot in prison?""Yes, Officer. Only if you promise to do whatever it takes to make Scott rot in jail will I let you enjoy my body."Thomas squinted. He drummed his fingers on the table again.He'd love to see Scott locked up and rotting behind bars. The problem was, that Scott was protected by Lombard and Zach. Putting Scott in prison meant picking a fight with them. Was Thomas ready to take on two influential men at once?Lisa could sense Thomas's hesitation by studying his face. To her, this was an unexpected golden opportunity. She couldn't let it slip away.So she started to act, pretending to adjust her dress while touching her boobs. She saw Thomas's eyes immediately fixed on them."If you think my request is too much for you, Officer, I guess our conversation is over. I want to go back to my cell and wait for my father to take me home," Lisa said.Her confidence soared. She felt completely at ease now. She even lifted her chin a bit, showcasing her smoo
"Mr. Scott, are you okay?"Zach’s men, all still dressed in their suits from the party, approached Scott and Luisa with worried expressions.Zach had reminded them not to call Scott ‘General’ or ‘War God.’ So, they called him ‘Sir.’"I'm fine," Scott replied coldly, his gaze still fixed on where the arrow had come from.Scott huffed in frustration, unable to spot whoever had shot the arrow at him—whether it was Eva herself or someone else.He glanced again at the white cloth carrying Eva’s challenge, then crumpled it in his hand and tossed it aside. The arrow itself, he snapped in two and discarded."Scott, what was that just now?" Luisa finally asked, stepping closer to him, her face full of worry."It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go inside," Scott replied, urging Luisa toward the villa.Luisa’s face was still full of questions, but Scott pretended not to notice. Today, on their wedding day, she had already been through one unpleasant event at the hotel. Scott wasn’t about
Back at Scott's villa...Scott and Luisa were in the open-plan dining area that merged seamlessly with the kitchen. Luisa had asked Scott to sit down first while she prepared the meal.“Here, eat this. You must be hungry after everything that happened today,” Luisa said, handing Scott a plate of food she had chosen for him.Scott took the plate. “Thank you. You should eat too. Let’s eat together,” Scott insisted.Luisa nodded, taking her seat and filling her own plate. She glanced at Scott and asked, “So, what happened at the police station, Scott? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”“No, they didn’t,” Scott replied, shaking his head. “I was just asked for a statement in the interrogation room.”“Really? But why did it take so long?”“Oh, that’s because I was the last one. They interrogated Luisa and her brothers first.”“Oh, I see.”Scott nodded and smiled, signaling with his eyes for Luisa to start eating.As he chewed, Scott replayed the events at the police station in his mind. He di
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you or something?"Scott stared at Luisa, worry and confusion etched on his face. His wife's sudden rejection caught him off guard."Ah, sorry," Luisa muttered, looking down.Scott sighed. He had been annoyed by her refusal at first, but he quickly pushed that feeling aside and looked at his wife with compassion.Kneeling down to be at eye level with her, Scott smiled gently. He lifted his right hand to brush away the hair falling over her shoulder.Smack!Luisa slapped his hand away, standing up abruptly. Her gaze at Scott was now filled with fear, her chest rising and falling rapidly."Luisa?" Scott stood up, reaching out to her again, but she backed away, frightened."I'm sorry, Scott, but I think... we should shower separately. I'll go to my room," Luisa said.Just as she had said, she left Scott's room, closing the door behind her before he could say anything. Scott didn't chase after her. He had noticed the slight tremble in her hands and feet, a clear
The explosion sent thick, dark gray smoke billowing into the air.Judging by the volume of smoke, it was clear that the explosive attached to the arrow earlier had a significant destructive power.The fact that Scott managed to avoid serious injury was nothing short of a miracle.From one of the rooms on the fifth floor of a nearby building, Eva observed Scott’s every move through her high-tech binoculars, just one of the many surveillance gadgets in her arsenal.Her pupils dilated, her gaze filled with both awe and disbelief.“Unbelievable! He’s still standing even after that blast nearly killed him? And not a scratch on him? Who the hell is he?” Eva muttered.Through her binoculars, she saw Scott rise to his feet, casually dusting off his sleeves and pants. This gesture annoyed Eva—it was as if Scott was declaring the explosion meant nothing to him.But then Eva smirked. After all, the explosion was just the beginning of what she had planned for this morning. It was a signal for mor
"Y-you... W-who the hell are you...?" Eva asked as she tried to rise. Actually, there were other questions she wanted to ask, like how Scott had managed to dodge her lethal shots just now. Scott didn't seem to be hurt at all, as if there was a shield protecting his entire body perfectly. "Is that important? Do I need to answer that?" Scott countered, halting his steps. Now Scott stood tall in front of Eva, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing. Eva had never seen someone with such a terrifying presence before. Not even a large bear she once faced in a forest in northern Japan a few years ago was as terrifying as this. Eva felt that the figure standing before her now was a monster. And no matter how high her mastery of the martial arts she had studied for five years in Japan and China, she believed that it was all useless now. She had never trained to face a monster. "W-what are you going to do... to me?" Eva asked again. Scott squinted his eyes. The way he looked at Eva
Jared stared at the figure that had just appeared before him. He squinted, surprised to see the guy leap from a third-story window and land without a scratch.Normally, a guy would break a leg, maybe even snap a bone."You Scott Goodman?" Jared asked."Yeah. You got a problem with me?" Scott shot back.Jared’s jaw tightened. Scott's arrogant swagger pissed him off. He pointed the pistol in his hand at Scott."You the one who put my boys down like this? Answer me!" Jared roared.Scott intimidated? Not a chance. He just raised an eyebrow and smirked."Yeah, that was me. What? You want me to beat you up like I beat them?" Scott said."You son of a bitch! How dare you talk to Boss Jared like that!" one of Jared's goons yelled from his left, the guy in the plain t-shirt who had been firing shots into the air.Now, the mobster pointed his rifle at Scott, and the other goons followed suit.Scott locked eyes with him, a wicked smile curling his lips as he tilted his chin."Stop it! Don't kill
Three of Jared's men screamed and fell. Two of them were missing a hand, and the other was missing a leg. Their blood was pouring out, pooling on the ground.Jared and his remaining goons instinctively backed away. They stared, disbelieving what they saw. Scott stood tall, holding the chainsaw, now stained with fresh blood."Who's next?" Scott asked coldly, turning his head and slowly pivoting his body.For a moment, Jared saw Scott's eyes flash red. And somehow, he looked bigger, as if a dark light surrounded his body, burning like fire."Boss?" Horn approached Jared, staring at him intensely, urging him to give an order.But Jared ignored him. At this point, he didn't know what order to give. Suddenly, all his arrogance and swagger had vanished. He felt so small in front of Scott."Boss? Give us your order!" Horn urged, still as eager as before; even what he had just seen made him even more eager to beat Scott to death."Shut up, Horn! Shut your fucking mouth!" Jared yelled.Horn st