He laughed mockingly, “the only thing that will get ugly is your face.”His fist lunged towards me, but I swiftly evaded and countered with a solid punch to his face with my right hand.My fist connected squarely with his chin, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. Seizing the moment to train my combo attack, I swiftly executed a low kick with my left foot to the side of his knee.This forced him to lower his head in pain, allowing me to strike again, this time with my left hand, aiming from the side.I then completed the sequence with an uppercut to his chin, my right hand driving upwards with precision. Four hits landed perfectly.His three friends, emerging from the same car, were petrified, too shocked to move. As they hesitated, I confronted them, “Are you also from the Holy Order?”“Yes, you are fucked up!” they retorted.Sighing, I shook my head, “No, you are the ones who will be fucked up.”My bodyguard from the Holy Order had called for reinforcements. Suddenly, four car
Life is unpredictable; sometimes, you get a bounty of good things, and at other times, you're saddled with misfortune.The real tragedy strikes when you receive a blessing but fail to recognize its value, much like a sweet and loving girl coming to your place, only to be met with ingratitude.At that moment, you're just an uncaring fool, blind to the treasure before you. So, you push her away, instead of fucking her. Only to regret it a decade later when you're stuck with someone you can't stand.This very scenario unfolded in my life. I spent ages dodging Celeste with every trick in the book, only to yearn for her when the thought of a honeymoon sparked in my mind.But fate had other plans. One day, she walked into my study, her face etched with concern."Alex," Celeste's voice trembled, a storm of worry in her eyes. "I think I may have to cancel our honeymoon.""Why?" I inquired, puzzled by her sudden distress."I just got the news about a summer camp lasting two months. All my frie
The morning I found the newspaper about Celine Di, I knew, possibly, the Bolton were trying to lead the audience's eyes away from his case.Because the five-year-old case suddenly appeared right now, amidst a heating Bolton’s case. I don’t believe in coincidences.I made a phone call. “Sabrina, I heard you have many connections to artists. Is it possible for you to arrange a meeting with Celine Di now?”“She is my friend. It happens that I was her manager once,” Sabrina answered, her voice tinged with nostalgia.“Tell her to meet us. I will help her out of her case and invest in her movie later.”“Are you sure?”“I will prepare 100 million dollars for investing film, and we will try to cast Celine Di in our movie if she listens to my proposal related to her current case.”
The Bolton family, under the leadership of Caesar Bolton, was the kingpin of the underworld in the country.Caesar had numerous godchildren to run his mafia business, deliberately keeping his own son and grandson away from his illegal enterprises.Caesar led a double life: one in the light, the other in shadow. His son, leveraging the ill-gotten wealth, established legitimate businesses in real estate and other sectors.However, the President, visibly upset by incidents involving Mark Campbell and the President of the Central Bank — both his appointees — felt the pressure. To avoid accusations of favoritism and losing public trust, he initiated a thorough investigation.With Caesar Bolton's death by heart attack, the empire began to crumble. Many of Bolton's top leaders were arrested, charged with drug trafficking, murder, and various other crimes, alongside allegations of corrupting the nation.Consequently, both the legitimate and illicit aspects of the Bolton family's business were
Mikhail looked at me with shock, clearly never expecting someone to dare to hit him, the heir of the Ivanov family. There was blood in his lips.I walked over to Kim Jiso, wrapping my arm around her shoulder from the front in a protective hug."This girl is my sweet girlfriend. You hurt her, I kill you..." I could smell Kim Jiso's beautiful perfume, and I noticed her face turning red, ears included.All eyes were on us.Mikhail stood up, his face twisted with anger. "Who are you?" he demanded."Eden Bank worker," I replied simply."You are dead," he snarled, moving his arm menacingly.I took a few steps in front of Kim Jiso, removed my blazer, placing it on the chair, and rolled up my shirt sleeves while unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. "You can try."Suddenly, a man in business attire arrived. "What's happening here?""Nick!" Mikhail seemed to recognize him. "How can your organization invite someone like this? He's a troublemaker."Nick, a government worker involved in the auc
Nick faced trauma as two thugs attacked him, taking his wallet, phone, and everything else. One of the thugs struck his face, knocking him out. His body fell to the ground.“I think he's knocked out,” added the younger thug.“Now, go kill him. It will be your first kill,” said the older thug.“Why?”“Come on, he knows too much about the Ivanov family secrets. We were hired by Ivanov to kill him. Now that he's been fired, he's just a dead liability. Better kill him now and get our $50,000,” the older thug explained.“But,” the younger thug protested, seemingly unable to do it.“No buts. Just stab his heart and make it look like a robbery gone wrong,” the older thug insisted. “Only dead man keep secret!”“Still..” “Can you do it, or should I?”“Let me do it,” the younger thug said, taking out his knife and murmuring, “The heart is on the left side of the chest.”“Help!” a woman's voice yelled from the front of the alley. “Police, there’s a robbery here!”“Quickly, just stab him!” the o
Two police officers arrived at the hotel, entering the hall with purpose."Sir, we received a call that you are threatening to kill someone," one of the policemen said to Mikhail.I couldn't help but flash my best smile at him.Mikhail's gaze was heavy with anger, and his bodyguard quickly approached the police. "Excuse me, Sir, we are from the Ivanov Family. I believe there's been a misunderstanding…"They tried everything to dissuade the police, offering bribes and flaunting their influence.I suppressed my laughter, knowing the police wouldn’t do much to him, but it was entertaining to see him becoming increasingly impatient and furious.My initial intention in calling the police was to toy with him, to harass him, and he knew it.“Next auction, Bolton-wide lands. The Bolton family has a lot of land in some villages and at the edge of the country, totaling 3000 hectares. The starting price is $1 million,” the auctioneer announced.People began to bid.Truth be told, I didn’t really
When I reached the police station, they didn't say a word; they just threw me into an empty cell.Despite having the power to walk out, I chose to stay and see what they really wanted. People often get careless when they think they have the upper hand.After two hours in the cell, my patience paid off. Mikhail appeared; his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at me."How is this jail for you?" he sneered. His perfume filling the cell."Quite comfortable," I replied."Don't worry, later I'll add ten more people here to make you feel even more at home," he laughed heartily."What do you want?" I asked, tension rising in the air."What I want?" Mikhail gestured for the officer to open the iron door, and then he stormed in to punch me in the face and stomach.I took the blows deliberately, using my inner energy to shield my organs. It still hurt, but I needed it to seem real.After about ten of his feeble punches—he obviously neglected physical training, preferring women and alcohol—I