Elvis walked into the dimly lit car park, noticing the eerie silence. The security men who had been stationed there earlier were nowhere to be found, and his car door looked like it had been tampered with. He glanced around, but the area was deserted.As he approached his car, Collins' voice echoed from behind him. "You ain't getting away that easy. Not when you have what rightly belongs to me." Elvis turned around, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.Collins' face twisted with anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "I thought you would be tired by now," Elvis said, his voice calm and even. Collins' anger seemed to escalate, his face reddening with rage."You truly have some gut, but I'll be breaking it tonight, finally," Collins sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He let out a wicked laugh, but to his surprise, Elvis joined in, his laughter echoing through the car park.Collins' face contorted in confusion, his anger momentarily replaced by bewilderment. "W

"How did he leave here?" Collins' voice rang with rage. One of the men suddenly spoke up, "Wait! Where's our comrade?" Everyone's eyes scanned the room, and that's when they noticed the leader of the five men was missing."Is he an accomplice with that bastard?" Victor yelled, his face twisted with anger. But before anyone could respond, a faint sound came from the dark corner of the room. It was the comrade's voice, struggling to breathe.Everyone rushed towards the sound, and what they saw made their blood run cold. Elvis had the hefty comrade suspended in the air with one hand, his eyes glowing red in the dim light. The comrade was massive, at least a foot taller and twice as heavy as Elvis. He was a giant of a man, with bulging muscles and a menacing scowl. But Elvis, despite being much smaller, held him effortlessly in mid-air.The men's faces were etched with shock and fear as they stared at the scene before them. "How is this possible?" one of them whispered, his voice tremblin

"I should be the one asking you such questions, after all, you brought me here forcefully," Elvis said, his voice low and menacing.Collins, still pinned to the wall, tried to muster up some courage. "You'll regret everything you've done," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You just messed up with the wrong family!"Elvis' expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to gleam with amusement. Before Collins could react, a thunderous slap landed on his face, followed by another, and another. Collins' eyes widened in shock as he received more than 10 slaps on both cheeks, his face stinging with pain."You better keep your mouth shut and stop bragging, you fool!" Elvis yelled, his voice echoing through the room. "You have no business in all of this, but you foolishly put yourself in this position. Victor should be the one in your position, but no, you brought me here and attempted to kill me, so you'll face the music."Collins crumpled to the floor, trying to get his balance. He touch

Mr. James' anger was obvious as he stood by his son's bedside, his face twisted in a scowl. But he knew he had to temper his emotions, at least for now. The possibility that the man who had attacked Collins was connected to the Johnsons complicated matters. Mr. James couldn't afford to jeopardize his business dealings with them, not when he was so close to securing the partnership he needed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His mind was racing with thoughts of revenge, but he knew he had to be cautious. The Johnsons were not to be trifled with, and Mr. James needed their influence and resources to further his own interests.As he stood there, he couldn't help but think about how much he would love to get his hands on the man who had dared to hurt his son. He would make him pay, oh yes, he would make him pay dearly. But for now, he had to put his anger on hold and think strategically."Hold on, men," he barked to his guards. "I'll get back to you on this. I need to i