Diego Martins could be seen pacing up and down in his officeReports of his brutality got to the head of security and Lucas was summoned.“Your strength and vigor are for battles and not for innocent, gullible elite men. In four nights two hundred and fifty men have fallen, Carlisebella Casino burned down, Carlos slaughtered, Rodrigo slew like a rat, Jose Pablo killed in cold blood, and Thick Ass Club burned down. You have restricted everyone from accessing the refinery. You restricted the presidential burial ground, a national asset. Who the hell are you?”“Those acres of land for the refinery belong to my father. I have come to reclaim them and find my pregnant wife that was kidnapped.” He groaned,“The government owns that crude oil land, and built a refinery there. Only Mr. President can give you a proper explanation.”“Good riddance. I want to see Mr. President,” Lucas replied.“Who the hell are you to see Mr. President?”Lucas screwed up his brow.Retrieve your soldiers and forg

“Attack! Attack !” the commandant ordered his men.And Lucas could hear the stamping of boot on the decking, the arrival of more back up.A soldier dived at him with a dagger and he suspended him in the air, swung him around and tossed at the commandant, hitting him in the chest and he smashed him on the ground.The back-up had arrived now and he could see quite a number of them, armed with rifles, blades, and mastiffs. They found their commandant on the floor and they approached him.“Sir! Sir! Are you OK? Are you OK?” they asked repeatedly.“Stop asking me all the question and go and fight?” the commandant replied arrogantly, “Where is Dracola? Did you come with him?” he asked.“I am here sir,” the groaning, voice echoed so loudly, striking silence across the yard,Dracola was a huge giant, with bigger palms and skull. His height was 7’5 inches, and his weapon was five edged sword, which often dripped of blood because he was always in the battle front.Dracola had the record of neve

Standing his ground, Lucas dimmed his eyes at the crowd of men stepping out from the crib, and the one in front wasn’t too unfamiliar.He was Miles Pablo; his cold eyes and conical eyes had always been there and his distinct pony tail white hair would forever describe his annoying looks.“Who are you, man?” Miles asked and was a bit cautious to step forward. His eyes fixed on the bag of heads Lucas had and the other thick bloodied head in his hand. “What do you want, bogey?”“I want your life. Your head must make this up,” Lucas groaned, raised the heads and lowered his gaze, losing interest in locking gaze with the street fighters that surrounded Miles. “Give me your life or better still kill yourself and I will turn back and go.”“You must be an amateur bastard for saying that!” Miles yelled, folding his fist, “I guess you don’t know who you are talking to. I am Miles Pablo, the king of the street fighters, this fist has snapped the breath of men more fierce than you, and you stand

“Come on go, go, go!” Miles hastened his men as they matched through the roof top, and came out in the room.They were about fifty of them and he was sure these were his last batch. He knew with the fury labeled in the eyes of Lucas, today was going to be his last but he wish he could negotiate with Lucas.Lucas barged into the crib, with a kick on the door, which sent it flying in pieces.“Hold on, Lucas, please hold on,” Miles gestured at him, forcing a contagious smile, which stretched his chin, “Let’s make a deal, a life changing deal.”He clicked his fingers and one of his men rushed out with five bags and placed them in front of him. And then he clicked another finger and another of his men came out with stones of gold and placed on the bag.“Eyes up here, Lucas, huh,” he pointed at the bags. “In this bag is ten million dollars, proceeds from the oil of your father, yes you claim it is your father’s so I will accord you the honor. Accept my apologies and think about this. And th

Raising his hand, the masked man gave her the impression to shoot. He gave a slight loud chuckle.“You bastard,” she cursed pointing the nozzle in his face, “Today will mark your end.” She clenched as she pulled the trigger, and pulled it again, but there was no response from the gun.The masked man chuckled mockingly. “Aren’t you good at pulling triggers? Come on go ahead and shoot,” he beckoned to her. “Go ahead, Miss Lucas!” She widened her gaze and pulled the trigger repeatedly but was disappointed. Snatching the gun from her, he dazed her a dirty slap.She whined and whimpered.“You must be clueless to think that I will keep a loaded gun idly for you to grab,” he laughed and snarled at her, “He grabbed her on the throat and pressed his groin on her thighs. “You don’t want to wake your little son, do you?”She struggled to toss her head. By this time the water had wet them so well that their body slipped at the slightest touch. He neared her, his face very close to hers, and his