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Chapter 125: Some Nights
Gary did not sleep that night. He could not sleep, despite laying on what could be the comfiest bed in the history of human existence. It was like the combination of a Baldacchino Supreme; of which only two existed in the entire world, and a Magnectic floating bed, fused into one piece. The bed had a glow beneath it and made some soothing sounds when it pulsed. It was the perfect bed. Still, it was a true saying that a troubled mind knows no sleep. Despite the room he was in, Gary’s mind was on his grandmother. What troubled Gary even more was that all of his plans to infiltrate and conquer if things got out of hand, all of it was useless. Turns out, he had met the unexpected. What he saw, the scale, the massive structure, security. It felt like all of his plans suddenly got carried away by the calm breeze blowing in and out of the delicate window. Gary got up and walked to the window. He was up high. He saw the city. He saw his name, Wang, on every billboard, every street and s
Chapter 124: Langston Shen
Seated in front of him was a huge mansion plated in white and soft grey. It was quite a mansion, almost similar to his home back in America. Women and men worked in the gardens, servants cleaned the windows, workers drove in mowers, ensuring the grasses were kept neat at all times. The heavy door to the mansion loomed ahead, and gently, it creaked open. And a man walked out. Alone. He was a good looking man, barely above 30. His hair was toned white, pure brilliant white. He wore a simple dress. A white shirt and black office pants which was complimented by a shoe that even Gary could not tell what brand it was. The man walked like he had practiced walking for years, which, to Gary, was too informal and unnecessary. “Young master,” his thick voice creaked into the air as soon as he was close enough. Then, the man bowed. “You made it, Young Master. Huānyíng huí jiā. I guess your love for your grandmother is real.” Gary instantly recognized the voice. “You… it is you! Langston
Chapter 123: Wang Empire
It had been almost a week since Gary left America. His life, his ex-in-laws, the Lancasters, Serena, Evelyn. His life in America, his companies, everything. He helped save thousands of children around the world from the claws of the evil man. He made a new friend, Miles, who was now taking time to heal and rest in his mansion in Victoria Peak. And now, seated in this Helicopter was him. All alone. No friends or family. Not that he really ever had one besides Lola, but he truly felt alone, scared. The Empire loomed over the skyline. The Wang Empire. No, not his Wang Empire back in America, the true Wang Empire. The home to all Wang Empires across the globe. Study said the family members were over three hundred. Gary’s jaw dropped as soon as the bushes were cleared. The empire was…. was a new world on its own. Even from where he was, up in the sky, he still couldn’t see the end of this… this magnificent city. Standing in the middle of it all was a building that seemed to travel in
Chapter 122: Fall Of A Legend
Master Long stepped even closer, eyes blazing with a psychotic clarity. “You came here to kill me. But in killing me, you will become me. You think vengeance makes you righteous? That saving one boy makes up for the dozen men you had to cut down on your way here? You think the blood on your hands smells better than mine?” He smiled coldly. “You wear the same perfume, American. You just bought yours in Paris.” The wind picked up. The rotors on the chopper clicked faintly behind them like ticking time. Gary whispered, “You’re right about one thing, Long. The world is full of monsters. But only one of us had a choice. And you chose to be worse.” Master Long grinned. “And that, my friend, is why I sleep like a baby.” Gary slowly pulled out the folded glasses from his pocket, stared at them for a second, then back at Long. Suddenly, Master Long pulled out a gun and pointed it at Gary’s forehead, then laughed. “You see, killing you won’t be so hard, American. I like your chopper. I
Chapter 121: A Villain's Story -Revenge
“Still breathing. That’s good,” he said softly. Then, with a wink, he added, “I got your message, kiddo.” Miles couldn’t speak. He just nodded and smiled. Gary stood back up, turned to Master Long, and said, “This place… is filth. A pit of decay. And you,” he pointed, “are a pest.” Master Long’s lips curled. “You think some scary helicopter can frighten me? You have no idea, American. I control Hong Kong!” Gary tilted his head, eyes narrowing. He turned slowly, examining the entire compound. He saw the boys—starved, beaten. He saw the naked women, barely human anymore. And then… He saw him. A small boy, no older than ten. Lying in a pool of blood. A bullet clean through his head. Glasses askew. The child's face was still frozen in fear. Something inside Gary broke. He walked over, slowly, knelt beside the boy, and gently removed the glasses. He wiped them clean with his sleeve, folded them, and pocketed them. Then, with two fingers, he closed the child’s eyes. Silence. Not
Chapter 120: An American God
Miles was drained of all his energy. He was tired, depressed, and gone. Dead, as it were. He waited for the proper death. The hole. He would be thrown into the hole. According to no one, the hole had long spikes that would pierce you, dissect your body. Master Long refused to tell, keeping the mystery even scarier. This was a great way to keep the boys in check. He understood the human mind. He knew that the scariest kind of death is not knowing how one would die. The anticipation, the fear, it would kill a man before the actual death. Miles let out a slight smile. He had done his best to escape. Really, he did not think he would end this way. He loved life, and he did not want to die. But it was better than living in a shit hole controlled by a monster. He would meet his father in the afterlife. He never got to be a singer, to meet Tian Lou, to sing in front of thousands. But of course, his story of bravery would be told across all of China. At least, if one of the boys gets brav
Chapter 119: The End?
“You!” his voice began, scary and deep as always. Miles shrank in fear. He was visibly terrified. Who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t be terrified, especially after causing havoc in Shēnchéng, Master Long’s city, his facility, his zone? “You are so brave, boy. In all my life of training boys your age, not a single soul, no, not even one, has ever attempted to piss me off. But you,” he said, pacing closer while Miles moved back, his breath rising and more shallow. “You, you not only pissed me off. You went as far as causing my entire operation area to be plunged into chaos. How dare you?” Master Long raised his hand and sent a deadly slap across Miles' face. Miles, despite thinking he had mysteriously gained some strength, was jolted back with full force, crashing into the locker behind him. He was not strong enough to hold his ground, but he was strong enough to create a dent in the metal. Master Long heaved a heavy sigh. “I thought you were a special kid. I thought you were the one
Chapter 118: Trouble In Paradise
Soon, Master Long’s office was empty. He and all his guards had stormed down the east corridor, chasing the echoes of terror erupting from Room 55. Screams of the boys ricocheted off the concrete walls. Security lights flickered like anxious eyelids, and the entire compound trembled beneath the weight of chaos. Whatever lived in that room—whatever ancient thing had awakened—was now hungry, and the boys had been its first offering. Snakes were crushed under boots. Rats trampled over one another. Even the bravest guards looked like they'd shit their pants as they heard another scream choke into silence. Headless bodies. A blood-streaked wall. Something was tearing them limb from limb. But not Miles. Not anymore. He had used the stampede to slip back into the lion’s den. Alone. Limping, bruised, and broken, he dragged his wounded body through the empty corridors, his blood leaving a trail behind him like a red thread of fate. Master Long’s office loomed ahead, its door slightly aj
Chapter 117: The Candle That Never Went Off
…that damn candle. There it was, in the center of the room. Just like the stories. Waxless. Smokeless. Burning like it had a purpose, like it wanted to be there. The flame danced without flickering, as if it had never known wind. Tales about the candle traeveled among the boys. Those who lived long enough to survive shared the stories of the hell, the candle. It had been mysteriously burning for over 40 years, according to stories which Miles never truly believed. According to those sources, even science could not decipher what was keeping the candle burning for years. It could not be the wax, well simply because the wax was a normal soy wax. It could also not be the wick. They said the man who made the candle mysteriously disappeared and was never found. Well, here was Miles, staring right at some mysterious shit. He was not so impressed because hell awaited him. Miles crawled backward till his spine hit the wall. Rats scattered. Something slimy slithered past his leg. He didn
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