Arnold sat alone in the dimly lit VIP office of his gang’s headquarters, his mind racing with determination and apprehensive anticipation. The time had come for him to make a risky move, one that would change his life forever. He had resolved to reveal himself as the fabled "Ghost of Wall Street."It was a significant step on his route to becoming the most powerful man alive, and with the rate at which his reputation was increasing, Arnold knew it wouldn't be long until he achieved his goal. Announcing himself as the nameless 'Ghost Of Wall Street' could not only assist the business world in gaining more trust in the enigmatic entrepreneur, but it would also provide the public with clues as to who he was.For years, Mr. Xiu, the original 'Ghost Of Wall Street,' had operated in the shadows, adopting the alias to navigate the stock trading world. He'd been on top of the game for decades while remaining invisible to everyone else. He was a brilliant trader, dealing with various financia

"A full-fledged gang war is said to have erupted in the downtown district. Are you aware of this?"Shao Zu, Lucas' supervisor, posed the inquiry, and Lucas' eyes opened.He hadn't expected to be summoned to the office on such short notice, and honestly, he was surprised. “Woah. What kind of gang war?" In answer, he questioned, and the annoyance on his boss's face told him he definitely shouldn't have asked that question. Shao Zu sighed and squeezed his nasal bridge. "Don't be a moron and ask me stupid questions, Lucas. You're the boss around here for various reasons, one of which is knowing vital information.""I'm sorry about that, sir.""Sorry, Lucas, doesn’t cut it. You're meant to know everything firsthand, but the situation is reversed here. It would help if you fastened your seatbelt. This is not what you are paid to accomplish. You don’t want the top boss to hear about your incompetence.”Lucas felt a shiver ran down his spine when the top boss was mentioned. The top boss was

'...You can have her back. Do with her what you will."Vera's heart fell as the words escaped her husband's lips, and his voice echoed in her brain repeatedly.She felt horrible as she stared at him from her seat, vomit rising in her throat and angry tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Vera couldn't force herself to talk or voice a word while he continued speaking to Arnold, who was eagerly listening. She couldn't even argue with him, and her throat felt like something was caught in it. To say she felt embarrassed would be an understatement. She was ashamed, and when she caught a glimpse of Arnold's leading lady for the night, a stout disagreeable-looking woman, Vera noticed the hint of a smile, and her rage grew.Anger flashed across her face, and it took everything she had not to reach out and wipe the woman's dumb expression away. How dare Lucas disrespect her like this? How dare he treat her as if she were a commodity to be traded at hi

Days later, Lucas lay in bed, his bruised and battered body a continuous reminder of his fight with Arnold at the restaurant. The bruises, on the other hand, were healing and not quite as awful as the broken fingers and bones he'd endured or the lacerations that covered him from his legs to his neck, but they were a stinging reminder of what he'd gone through. His face was also bruised, the skin breaking open on one cheek where a blow had struck in a fit of wrath. That punch was what knocked him out that fateful day. He'd also lost a tooth, and Lucas couldn't help but wonder how much more he'd lost if Arnold hadn't let go of him when he did. Damn! Every time he closed his eyes, he was reminded of what he'd been through, and the events of that fateful day played over and over in his mind. Whenever he thought about it, his heart pounded like a drum in his chest, and his jaw clenched. He attempted to convince himself that nothing of such had occurred and that Arnold Stone beating hi

"Do you have any information for me, Brass?" Mr. Black inquired, tapping his pen angrily across the surface of his desk.Sitting in his opulent office, his mind had been distracted with thoughts of Arnold, and now that one of his men had brought him news, he was overjoyed. The young man standing quickly replied, carrying a folder containing material concerning Arnold's background, the outcome of his thorough inquiry. He approached with caution, clearly mindful of Mr. Black's erratic personality, and spoke gently. "Boss, I've gathered some rather intriguing information about Arnold's past, just as you requested."“And.” Mr. Black inquired, patting his leg. The clicking sound resonated around the room, heightening the tension."Well, it turns out..." Brass's voice drifted off, and he paused before continuing. "He was a lowly grocery store owner, struggling to make ends meet.""Hm, is that all?" Mr. Black inquired once more, and his brow quirked as though he didn't believe the story ha