"I apologize, but I cannot share a space with a man." My voice echoed with a firm undertone as I approached them. "Would you kindly leave while I maintain my composure?"Two college-aged men stood there, one lazily draping his hand over my shoulder, smirking. "And if we don't want to leave, what will you do?" he taunted. His breath emitted a strong odor of smoke."If necessary, I'll involve the police," I replied, maintaining a calm demeanor.The first man, his laughter still hanging in the air, lunged at me, aiming a fist at my stomach. Anticipating this, I swiftly dodged and countered, striking him at the base of his neck. His attack faltered as I evaded it. The second man attempted to intervene, but I reacted quickly, delivering a precise kick to his groin. I could almost hear the crack of his balls. They both let out the sounds of painful groans.The other two, seeing their companions falter, rushed towards me. With swift precision, my hand shot out, striking one in the nose with
As my superbike gracefully glided along the city road, it effortlessly overtook the fast-moving cars one by one, skillfully weaving through traffic at high speed, its engine producing a melodious purr. With the wind tousling our hair, I keenly sensed the presence of the lovely girl clinging to my back as we ventured into the slum area. Upon reaching the expansive parking lot of the orphanage, I smoothly brought the bike to a halt, the engine's rhythm gradually fading into a quiet purr.“What are we doing here?” the girl inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty as she dismounted from the bike.“Just follow me,” I responded, noting the subtle changes that had taken place at the orphanage. New items, small but significant, hinting at subtle improvements.An old woman, clad in religious attire, emerged to greet us. Her eyes, warm and wise, met mine as she quickly shook my hand. “Last time we haven’t properly said thanks to you. Please, have time; we will sing yo
Feeling a surge of delight in his victory after slapping a weak woman, the arrogant man fixed his gaze on me. "I don't know who you are, but I'll let you off for now. Stay away from this girl, or..." His voice trailed off as he cast a meaningful glance at his accomplice beside me, subtly nodding his head.Reacting to this silent command, the man at my side aimed a sudden blow at my stomach. However, he had underestimated his opponent. With swift reflexes, I intercepted his hand, thwarting his attack. In one fluid motion, I seized his head, forcing it down onto the table with a resonant crash of his nose against the wooden surface. The sound echoed through the room as I challenged, "Please, enlighten me again about what you plan to do to me?"‘I hate the smell of cigarette from their body and mouth.’The arrogant man, undeterred, snatched a fork from the table, pressing its prongs menacingly against Helene's neck. "Let him go, If you make a move, I'll stab her," he threatened, his voic
What motivates people to embrace war? The allure lies in its potential for quick wealth. When you infiltrate a house, you can pilfer every item within, and when you infiltrate a country, you seize everything it holds.Consider this: if someone toils for three months to afford an iPhone, you can snatch it in a mere three seconds. The reward remains the same. It may appear exceedingly straightforward. However, regrettably, I am aware of the negative karma that ensues, compelling one to return the ill-gotten gains and face the consequences of not abiding by the rules.While it might seem effortless at times, you may ultimately have to pay with a prison sentence ranging from three months to three years.‘So be smart and learn not to be caught. Or only steal if the risk is worth it.’Upon entering the apartment, chaos reigned. The remnants of hasty indulgences littered the floor – a used condom discarded carelessly, unwashed clothes and underwear strewn about. Half-eaten instant noodles an
Inside Senator's meeting room, where the powerful figure often gathered, a wealthy city figure sat with the senator. The air was heavy with the scent of red wine and the faint whiff of expensive cigars."Do you really think you can secure the election for Mayor this time?" the rich man asked, his gaze sharp and calculating.Christopher Senior, exuding confidence, chuckled heartily. "My entire party is behind me. Howard, my political adversary aiming for the Mayor's seat, is merely wasting his resources on a hopeless campaign.""What about the survey polls?" The rich man leaned in, his interest evident. "I don't invest in losing ventures."Christopher's eyes twinkled with certainty. "I'm leading with 51%, Howard's at a mere 32%, according to the latest city newspaper poll. Rest assured, Kelvin, your investment is safe. Once I'm Mayor, a major construction project will be yours."Kelvin, somewhat reassured, sighed and produced a checkbook. "Alright, I'll transfer $10 million for your ca
At the night after Lewis’s meeting with the chief police.In the cold, bleak confines of a temporary cell, Christopher's son, Chris, and his friends huddled together, fear etched on their faces. The sudden arrival of two policemen broke the tense silence. “Sorry, but we need to clean this cell. You’ll be moved for tonight,” one said.Herded like cattle, Chris and his companions were relocated to a larger, more menacing cell. It was a den of danger; 20 burly inmates with menacing tattoos eyed the newcomers with predatory interest. Their pallor turned ghostly as they took in their new surroundings.A clandestine exchange of money between a police officer and a prisoner caught Chris's attention. The prisoner, a mere courier, quickly handed the money to the cell's kingpin, a bald, tattooed figure who listened intently to the whispered message and chuckled ominously."So, you're the new blood," the boss sneered, his gaze piercing through Chris and his friends. "Assaulting 25 girls, drug of
As I gazed upon her, her beauty was undeniable. Long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, framing a face adorned with pristine skin, and her form was sculpted to perfection. Her demeanor hinted at a background of wealth; there was an unmistakable style and grace in her movements, a poise that spoke of high society. In the past, such elegance would have left me feeling inferior, trembling in the presence of such refined allure.In my past, I used to be genuinely apprehensive about forming connections with people due to my financial situation, which significantly impacted my self-esteem. The fear of being judged for lacking wealth haunted me, with people potentially saying, "He has no money." So making contact with rich people already caused me a 10-time debuff, added with fear and anxiety. So, I spent most of my time hiding in the library.Also, back then, I would have been a stammering mess, struggling to form coherent sentences around a girl of her caliber. But now, things were differe
Helen's parents' faces, once clear and distinct, were now obscured by a splash of water from my blurted out. In a swift motion, they reached for tissues scattered across the table, dabbing at their wet faces. Regaining their composure, they managed to stretch their lips into forced smiles."No, I am not," I protested vehemently, eager to dispel any misunderstandings. “It is not my baby.”They both exhaled deeply, a symphony of shared relief.Leaning closer to Helen, who was seated beside me, I whispered, "You said your father was an angry man, yet, he seems as gentle as a saint."Helen coughed softly, leaning in to reply in a hushed tone, "It's only because of your bodyguards. Why did you bring them without telling me?""You frightened me with tales of your father's wrath, fearing for my life," I explained, glancing back at the four imposing figures behind me. They were an intimidating sight - each one muscular, covered in tattoos, and wearing expressions of stern resolve. One of them