The bomb blast left the glasshouse of the Gambinos shattered. Shards of sharp glass were scattered across the floor in such a way that if one did not get hurt by the explosion, they would indeed have gotten hurt from the glass lying everywhere across the floor.The remains of Atorro's stunt double that had not been blown to pieces were hanging across the hall in grotesque display."Father," a voice screamed out, tired and weary. There was immense fear in it. It was from Costa, who had just woken up, with blood on his body and pain shooting up from his left arm to his head.He looked around and saw Lorenzo already up. He was limping. There was a large spike of glass on his legs."Are you okay, Lorenzo?" He asked, although already seeing that he was not quite okay. He just wanted to hear an assurance."Don't worry about me," Lorenzo said, flashing a grin and his thumb up as if to say he was okay. Even though it was clearly visible to anyone who had the eyes to see that he was clearly n

"System, how do I understand women?" Isaiah asked as he walked back to his dorm.Time seemed to freeze once more, and the system's voice came up. "That is no concern for the system," it said. "Ugh, I knew it!" Isaiah complained in much disappointment. "I knew this is what you were going to say."The system was quiet. "And if I remember," Isaiah continued, "I haven't had an upgrade from the last task I undertook. Why?""You have," the system said. "You just have not checked. But you have, I assure you.""What's that?"The interface came up in a screen of darkness once more, and many features lined up right before Isaiah's view. There was a new icon in the shape and form of eyes."It's the ability to read people's emotions," the system said. "It will come in useful in the future. It would make you more formidable in your endeavors."That's neat," Isaiah said. "I guess I don't need you to teach me how to understand women then? I've already gotten this.""Indeed," the system responded

Who is calling?" The waiter asked, staring at the phone as though it were some form of bomb."It's...it's my date," Isaiah answered. "I'm sorry; I will cut the call right now. I'll tell her to go back.""No," the waiter said. "Pick up the call. I want you to tell her to come here. Exactly here. You should enjoy your date. However, you're not permitted to leave."Isaiah's hands shook as he held the phone to his face as he picked it up."Hello," he said."I think I am here," Elena said. "Is it that place just across the road? The glass house with a rose bush—I mean garden surrounding it.""Yes," Isaiah said, trying to get his voice not to shake as much."Okay, I am coming," she said.Isaiah cut the call. He fell into a deep dilemma. Was it wise that he was directing the woman right exactly to where he was? Where there was obvious danger, and there was a high chance that he could get shot?'System,' he called in his mind. But he got no reply. It seemed like calling towards the dark. Imm

"Killed?" Isaiah repeated, trying to see if the man had somehow meant to say something else."Yes," he said, taking a little look at Elena still standing by the entrance. "The seal on the back of the phone is for you to signal bounty hunters that you are under our protection and should not be killed. I suggest that if you want to keep your woman by your side, you'd be on your best behavior, capeesh?"Isaiah nodded his head. He had absolutely no choice. "Now enjoy your date and the food," the waiter said, walking away. "You're also free to leave if you want. We will keep in touch, regardless." He winked at Elena in a flirty way as he walked away. She rolled her eyes, expecting the man's behavior.Isaiah fell into his seat. He did not know if he should feel relieved that he was now allowed to live in the vicinity or not.Elena took her seat just right opposite him. He saw her through tired and weary eyes. "So how did it go?" Elena asked. "What did the waiter say?" "Well, on the good

Luke turned around to see if there was anyone around. He knew that Walter and his gang would not let him pass, and he had neither the time nor the strength to fight them."Okay, Walter," he said, raising his hands up. "What do you want from me?"Walter chuckled. "Don't you know already? I want to know what happened yesterday. It seems some strange men came to school, and once again it is connected to your friend, Isaiah.""And so what about it?" Luke nudged to the side. "What do you want to know?""Are you playing dumb or what?" Walter asked angrily. "Who were those men? Tell me. You must know something about them. You can't be that close to Isaiah without knowing the things he does."Luke raised his brow. "I have two questions. Why are you so interested in Isaiah? And two, why do you think I know anything about the men who came in yesterday?""I don't have to answer your first question," Walter scoffed. "As for your second, isn't it obvious? Is he not your friend anymore? Are you lit