The sickening crack of horn against horn echoed across the street with enough force to make several people in the crowd flinch instinctively.A few pedestrians gasped, while others took an involuntary step backward, convinced the collision alone should have been enough to end the standoff.But surprisingly, the two goats staggered backward and shook off the impact as though it were nothing more than a warm-up, before lowering their heads once more, getting ready to charge again."Holy shit!""That's insane!"The murmurs rippled through the growing crowd as people raised their phones into the air, eager to capture whatever madness was about to unfold next.Meanwhile, the elderly man who had first tried to scare the goats away let out a weary sigh at the sight before cautiously stepping forward once more."Everyone relax. This will only take a second," he assured the spectators, forcing far more confidence into his voice than he actually felt before turning his full attention towards th

"Good evening, sirs. Can I get you anything?" one of the café staff asked the moment she approached their table. Her professional smile was warm, though her eyes briefly lingered on Jay's perfectly tailored suit before shifting politely between the two men."Yeah, sure," Jay replied with an easy nod without bothering to look at the menu. "We'll have two of your finest coffee, please.""Alright, sir. I'll...""Coffee? Screw that." Cassie cut her off without so much as a glance in her direction. "Bring us whiskey instead."The waitress eyes widen instinctively as confusion flashed across her face. She stared at Cassie for a few seconds before slowly turning her gaze toward Jay, silently hoping one of them would explain what was happening.Jay felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment wash over him. Leaning closer, he covered the side of his mouth with his palm and lowered his voice. "They don't serve whiskey here. This is a café, remember?"Cassie's brows shot up as he realized the waite

"Bring one bottle of Dom Pérignon. Also bring Veuve Clicquot, Cristal, Krug, and Hennessy."Jay spoke calmly, as though he were ordering an ordinary dinner instead of rattling off names from the most expensive section of the menu. Nearly every bottle he had chosen carried a price tag ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars.After that, he casually added several more premium bottles and the total climbed with alarming speed.Standing beside him, the promoter couldn't help glancing at the bill twice before looking back at Jay, wanting to make absolutely certain there had been no misunderstanding."Sir... are you sure you want all of these?" he asked carefully. "The total comes to over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars."Jay simply nodded.Without the slightest hesitation, he took out his bank card and handed it over, quietly answering the question without saying another word.The promoter accepted it with both hands, ran the transaction through the card termin

Jay's phone vibrated several times against his chest, dragging him out of sleep.For a few seconds, he simply stared at the ceiling, while his mind sluggishly tried to catch up with reality. The previous night... or perhaps it was more accurate to call it early this morning... He had one hell of an experience.His phone was still resting against his chest when he finally picked it up and glanced at the screen only to see it was a missed call from Officer Mark.Before he could even think of calling back, the phone began vibrating again with Officer Mark's name flashing across the screen.Despite the dull pressure behind his eyes from having had far too much to drink the night before, Jay answered without hesitation."Hello," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from one eye with his free hand."Hello, Mr. Wayne. Is that you? I... I have some shocking news..."Before the sentence could finish the line suddenly went dead."Hello? Officer Mark?" Jay called out before realizing the line had been

"Sir, it's extremely rare to find a single fifty-carat pink diamond," the manager said, carefully chosing his words."What we currently have in stock is a single five-carat and seven-carat. And that's only because we're considered one of the best dealers around."He sounded almost apologetic, as though the store's inability to produce a fifty-carat pink diamond were somehow a personal failure."Fine." Jay muttered, casually slipping one hand into his pocket. "Bring me the five-carat and the seven-carat."The manager's eyes widened before replying instinctively. "Certainly, sir. Please, take a seat."He gestured toward a nearby chair before straightening his tie and hurrying toward a large portrait hanging on the wall.Jay watched as the manager shifted the portrait aside, revealing a concealed safe.It wasn't an ordinary safe, either.A small biometric scanner sat beside the thick metal door, clearly requiring both facial and fingerprint recognition.The manager leaned closer.A faint