Michael stood still at the entrance of his parents' house. He had been coming here every evening since he came back.Every day had been the same, but today was different for two reasons.The first reason was he was one step closer to finding the truth about the people that murdered his parents.The second reason was he was one step away from releasing the Hudson very own supplementary drug on the market, and it would be the very best the market has ever seen.Soon, everyone would know about the Hudson family.Only when these two things had been accomplished was Michael planning on renovating the house.Until then, he would keep coming around whenever he could to pay his respects."They told me you come around every evening.I guess it's true since you are here,".Michael's eyebrows raised a little when he heard the voice."Grace, what are you doing here?"Grace didn't respond to Michael's words. She simply continued her introduction from earlier."You couldn't even bring flowers. How

The man said with a wide grin on his face. The boss's expression darkened at that moment. He wanted to say something when ten people dressed in the same outfit as the man entered the bar.“I guess it’s better to be quick on these things, unless what happens next time will repeat itself, and trust us, it will be worse.”One of the men who had just entered spoke as they stopped close to the man who was leaning his upper body on the table.“We don't have any money yet. We haven't recovered the losses from last time.We had to fix all the chairs that were broken last time, and we haven't recovered all the money yet, not to mention....."“Are you saying we are ruining your business, Mr. Johnson?”Mr. Johnson stepped backward and stammered.“That is not what I mean, but this is not how business works. You have to at least give us some time to make money..."Before the boss could finish his words, the man resting his body on the table threw one of the glasses onto the table.His boys did the

The motion stunned everyone to the bone. They couldn't believe what they were seeing; before they could comprehend the motion, the boss let go of the dagger and he fell to his knees.For some reason, he felt a massive shock wave in his hands, and his body collapsed right away.Grace swallowed deeply at that moment. She thought Michael had held the dagger with one of his fingers, but it seemed the boss didn't apply any force to it.Michael stood up at that moment.“You not only steal from the citizens of Autumnvale,"“You carry out organs exactions, which means you take away people's lives.Lives that you didn't give, but you take away.”Michael stood up fully in the middle of all the men, with the boss on his knees as well.“You are going to learn how that feels today." Michael said as he looked into the boss's face.The boss yelled at that moment.“Take this f**king bastard down!" The men threw the things they had snatched away and drew out their daggers.They immediately launched f

'Mr. Johnson and Grace just looked at Michael without knowing what to say.Michael stepped out of the bar at that moment.At the very beginning, he already knew the end.He knew when Blood had to be the settlement for something, and he never back down when it comes to that, especially not when his sister was involved in it.Michael walked calmly in an unknown direction.To everyone, it seemed like an unknown direction, but Michael was following the scent of the boss.“What do you think he is planning to do? There is no way he can fight a hundred men; they are even more than that. He is going to get himself killed!"Mr. Johnson said as he started picking the wallets and purses on the ground. At least he could give this to the police to hand over to the ones before he fled this night.“He doesn't know their whereabouts. I think he is going to make some phone calls to see if anyone from the military would be able to help.”Mr. Johnson froze at that moment.“He is from the military?”He r

The inside of the warehouse was not a place for the weak.The air was thick — the kind of thick that sat on your chest and did not move, heavy with something sharp and metallic that a person could taste on the back of their tongue if they breathed too deep. The lights above were the industrial kind, the ones that buzzed and flickered without apology, throwing a cold white glow across rows of steel tables, rubber tubing, cold storage units that hummed a low, constant hum, and men — men in white lab coats stained with things that should not have been on a white lab coat.This was not a warehouse in the way that word was supposed to mean. There were no boxes here. No shipment of goods. No record of anything that could be called legal sitting anywhere inside these walls.This was the Beer Brotherhood's blood house.And Brother James was not in a good mood.He stood at the center of it all — not behind a desk, not tucked away in some side office where he could pretend he was not part of wh