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Barry didn’t have many memories of high school—at least, none that stood out.He had been the quiet transfer student, the one who slipped through the years like a shadow. Nobody had ever paid much attention to him, and he’d learned to live with it. Friendships? He had none. So it came as a complete surprise when Snow handed him that envelope—an invitation to the high school reunion party.At first, he thought it was a mistake. But after some thought, Barry decided to honor the invitation. He had nothing better to do for some time, and perhaps, deep down, he was curious. Maybe seeing those familiar strangers again would be a way to kill his boredom.On the night of the reunion, Barry arrived in a simple black taxi, the kind that didn’t draw attention. As he stepped out, he paused. The parking lot in front of the venue was filled with sleek, glistening sports cars—some of them custom-made from his own company. Lamborghinis in chrome, modded Porsches, a few experimental electric pr
The Invitation
Barry walked back into the villa of the Tiger clan. When he entered, the hall was dead silent. Every member of the clan had watched Barry in action and were astonished by his powers. They had seen the gunfire. The screams. The sudden, eerie silence that followed. His feats filled their hearts with fear.One by one, the clan members dropped to a knee, bowing their heads in reverence to Barry. Even the Thors couldn't deny what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. Thors stepped forward, his legs shaking and his eyes wide with terror. He fell to his knees before Barry, pressing his forehead to the cold stone. "You... you saved us," Thors rasped, his voice raw. "I was a fool. I doubted you. But you faced the Red foxes alone—and destroyed them without lifting a finger." He swallowed hard. "The Tiger Clan is yours to command. I humbly submit myself to you." Barry regarded him for a long moment before nodding. "Stand." Thors obeyed, his body trembling slightly as he rose. Barry
The finger snap
Outside the towering gates of the Tiger Clan estate, the night was torn apart by the roar of powerful engines.A convoy of blacked-out SUVs, pickup trucks, and armored jeeps rolled to a stop, their headlights flooding the courtyard with searing white light.Dozens of men leapt out of the vehicles, armed to the teeth—AKs, shotguns, modified pistols, even rocket launchers. They wore red jackets and fox insignias across their shoulders.Their boots stomped like a war drum as they assembled before the gates. Using all their weight, they rammed against the front gate inorder to tear it down. “Put your back into it men!” one of the lieutenants barked. “Break it down and raze the place to the ground!”Just then, a shadow stirred behind the gate.From the darkness, a lone figure stepped forward.It was Barry.He didn’t rush. He didn’t shout. He walked casually, like he was taking a midnight stroll—his coat flapping gently with the breeze, his hands in his pockets.From behind a custom Humvee
Thors
The room tensed like a drawn bow.All at once, the clansmen reached into their suits and coats, metal glinting as they leveled handguns at Barry. Dozens of muzzles were aimed squarely at his chest. The uncle yanked his arm free, lips curling in disdain. He took a step forward, ignoring the weapons pointed at Barry."And who the hell do you think you are?" he barked, eyes narrowing at Barry. "You stroll in here, talk big, threaten me in my own house—are you insane or just stupid?"Before Barry could answer, Tiffany’s voice rang out."Uncle Thors!" she cried, stepping forward, placing herself slightly beside Barry. "This is Barry. He's the man who’s going to protect us from our enemies."A ripple of stunned murmurs swept through the room.Thors scowl deepened. "What?"Before he could say more, a tall, slender woman in a black gown stepped forward. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and her presence commanded attention.This woman was Tiffany’s aunt. "Have you lost your mind
The Tiger clan
Barry managed to sputter, "Excuse me?" The woman standing before him was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she had sprinted to reach him. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes were lined with fatigue, and her fingers clutched the fabric of her skirt nervously. She wore an expensive but slightly wrinkled dress, as though she had dressed in a hurry. Barry barely had time to process her appearance before she blurted out, "I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, but I need to marry someone. Immediately." Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, but Barry remained still, studying her. "My name is Tiffany," She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she continued. "My father… he was the head of the Tiger clan. He’s dead now.""When word about my father's death got out, our rivals started making moves to destroy us. I’m supposed to take over, but—"Barry regarded her. "But what?"She shook her head, her eyes flashing with frustration. "I’m yo
The woman in the parking lot
Homer couldn't believe his eyes. All the offshore accounts that held up his stolen money were frozen and locked. He glanced up sharply at Barry, his eyes shaking. "You bastard, what the hell did you do?"Barry stood up and approached him, his countenance growing dark. "I just took over all your offshore accounts. You won't be getting a dollar of all that money. I guarantee you that."Homer gritted his teeth. "You can't do this. I have the police on my payroll. It's my word against yours.""You're so draft," Barry chuckled lightly. "What gives you the idea you still have authority over the police? I am Barry Sullivan. I'm the most powerful person in this world. The police answers to me. Your mistake was picking me as your scapegoat. I'm going to ensure you rot in jail for your crimes, Homer."Homer stumbled back in raw fear. The shells of doubt fell from his eyes, making him realize this man was truly Barry Sullivan."Mr. Sullivan," Homer called, swallowing a lump down his throat. "I
Homer Cole
Homer Cole adjusted the gold cufflinks on his tailored suit as he paced his penthouse balcony, phone pressed to his ear. "Meet me at the private dock near the old lighthouse," he hissed into the phone. "No delays. I want the chopper ready in twenty minutes." His pilot confirmed, and Homer hung up, exhaling sharply. He felt almost free. Once he leaves the island, he begin his life afresh. Just as he turned to grab his briefcase, his phone rang again. Police Commissioner Riggs. Homer’s stomach tightened. He swiped to answer. "Cole," Riggs’ voice was strained. "We have a problem. The prisoner is gone." Homer froze. "What do you mean, gone?" "He literally vanished. No broken locks, no alarms, no guards knocked out. He was just... gone." "That’s impossible!" Homer snarled. "You had him in a maximum-security cell!" "I know what we had!" Riggs snapped back. "But he’s not there anymore. We’re searching the city, but—" "FIND HIM!" Homer roared, his face cracking. "He can
The jail break
Barry felt a chill settle into his spine as the heavy cell door slammed shut behind him. The police offers and detectives refused to listen to his explanations.There were no call and no lawyer. The air was damp and smelled of rust and stale sweat but Barry didn’t panic. He sat on the lower bunk of the bed, his arms folded, eyes closed and breathing steady.He had very calm down patient.Time crawled. The guards didn’t return. No one asked him questions. Hours passed. Then midnight came. Suddenly, a man appeared before Barry. It was Sebastian.“Master,” he said, emerging from the corner of the cell. “I sensed something was wrong... so I came.”Barry opened his eyes and looked toward him. He slowly sat up on the bunk and stood, stretching his arms over his head.A smirk played on his lips.“I knew you'd notice I was gone,” Barry said, tapping Sebastian on the shoulder. “You always do. Get me out of here. I need to do some investigating.”Sebastian gave a slight nod and stepped forwar
Arrested
Barry had been enjoying the quietest chapter of his life since his secret retirement began. After vanishing from the public eye, he retreated to a metropolis island—an urban paradise surrounded by turquoise waters and dotted with skyscrapers that shimmered like glass towers by day and neon dreams by night.During the few weeks Barry started living on the island, he easily blended in with the locals. He was just a regular guy in a hoodie and jeans, walking the streets like any other resident.It was a life with no more suits, no more flashing cameras or board meetings. Snow had taken over his business empire and she was doing a good job at it. He rented a modest lodge cabin on the outskirts of the island, nestled on a cliffside that offered an uninterrupted view of the ocean. Each evening, he’d sit on the balcony, sipping herbal tea as the sun melted into the horizon. It was a peaceful life. He kept in touch with his sister and his wife, Veronica, every single day. Everything was p
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