The sight of David Clinton thrashing on the cold floor sent a wave of shock through his three personal bodyguards. For a brief second, none of them moved. Then, anger and panic took over."Kill him! Grab him!" David roared.All three men lunged forward at once, rushing Alfred like a pack of rabid dogs. They threw heavy punches, aimed lethal kicks, and swung their weapons toward his head, intent on bringing him down by any means necessary.Alfred did not panic; he stood his ground in the centre, his face dark and expressionless.As the head bodyguard swung the iron baton, Alfred stepped inside the man's guard, caught his wrist with an iron grip, and twisted it backwards.CRACK!The bodyguard screamed as his wrist snapped. Alfred grabbed the falling iron baton, spun on his heel, and slammed the metal bar straight into the second man's knee joint. A crunch echoed through the room as the man's leg buckled backwards, sending him crashing to the floor.The last bodyguards lunged from behin

The moment the amber liquid surged through David Clinton’s veins, a sudden wave of intense heat washed over his body. His heart pounded against his ribs, and a strange rush of energy flared through his lower torso. David gasped, sitting up on the operating table. The numbness that had paralysed his groin only minutes ago seemed to vanish beneath the burning warmth. "I can feel it!" David shouted, his eyes wide with wild joy. He reached down, feeling the sudden surge of blood flow. "It worked, Dr. Grey, it actually worked. My manhood is fine, It's completely normal." Dr. Bartholomew Grey threw his head back and laughed arrogantly, his voice echoing through the lab. "Of course it worked, You are looking at the miraculous power of Grey Pharmaceuticals." Beside him, Elena Stanley smirked with supreme confidence, her arms crossed. She had successfully gained something from Dr Grey. She had turned into a million overnight. Arthur Clinton stepped out from behind the observation glass, h

Alfred walked down the narrow shortcut leading toward his apartment building. Streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows against the damp brick walls.He slowed his pace, his dark eyes calmly scanning the shadows ahead. He didn’t turn around, but he felt someone was trailing behind him.A shadow stormed out from behind.“Hey, Boy! I want you to come with me; I don’t want to hurt you.” Bloom said arrogantly.Alfred raised his brow. “Who the hell are you? Why have you been following me?”Bloom took a step forward. “You don’t ask a man on a mission this question. I don’t want to hurt you; I want you to follow my instructions, and we end up getting what we both want.”Alfred didn’t listen. How dare this man walk out of nowhere and tell him to follow him? Who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know who he was, and that he could end the man’s life with just a single punch?He took a step forward, ignoring the man, his hands inside his pockets.Bloom’s jaw tightened as he watched Alf

Moving like a ghost along the shadowed perimeter, Alfred located a blind spot in the estate’s camera network. With a quiet, effortless spring, he cleared the ten-foot stone wall and landed silently on the soft soil inside the estate grounds.He didn’t bother engaging the roving guards patrolling the gardens. Instead, he slipped past the rear service entrance, disabling a lone sentry with a swift, silent blow to the neck. Within minutes, Alfred had stripped a wealthy attendee who had wandered into the side corridor, donning his heavy wool coat and VIP invitation badge.Straightening his collar, Alfred stepped casually through the heavy velvet curtains and entered the main grand hall.The room was vast and lavishly decorated. Thick red carpets muted every footstep, while crystal chandeliers illuminated dozens of masked, wealthy buyers seated in plush leather chairs. Men in tailored suits and women draped in diamonds sipped vintage wine, chatting casually as if attending a harmless chari

“You have good skill, kid,” Deco sneered, stepping forward with his eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. “But skill means nothing when you face real steel. My fists have crushed forty men to death. You won’t even leave a body behind for your family to bury!”Alfred didn’t reply. He didn’t even take his hands out of his coat pockets. He simply looked at Deco with detachment.“I have killed more men than you two can think of; I’m not afraid of you two. I will just give you both a warning: step out of my way and let me leave with the girl.”Magnus let out an evil chuckle. “I can see you have no fear in you, kid.” He said, scanning Alfred. “Soon, you will beg for our mercy.”Deco chimed in, “Kid, you had better apologise to Mr. Angelo now; he might consider giving you a light punishment.”Alfred glared at them. “It’s Angelo who is supposed to go on his knees and apologise to me, because when I start I don’t have mercy on anyone.”“This kid isn’t scared of anything!”“He is too proud and