Mission to Wealth

Chapter 4

Gibson gazed at the long road ahead, leading him to the hospital with a sense of anxiety. The burden weighing on his chest felt like the weight of the world, especially when he thought about his mother's hospitalization.

The cost of his mother's surgery was enormous, and his wallet was nearly empty. In his desperation, he pondered how he could gather money quickly.

"I have to figure out a way to get money as soon as possible. My mother's health is much more important than my pain over Kiara's betrayal," Gibson clenched his fists, determination firmly planted in his heart and mind.

Gibson continued his journey towards the hospital. Knowing he didn't have much money, he chose a quiet shortcut by the river, where its tranquility mirrored the peace of a poet who disliked lingering in crowds.

"I need to get to the hospital quickly," Gibson mumbled again as he strode with his long strides. His face was filled with worry.

But it seems fate has a strange way of playing. While continuing to walk with a tired face, his eyes fell on a group of men standing and surrounding a beautiful woman in a fairly quiet place.

The woman looked scared and uneasy, and Gibson felt an urge to take a closer look. Curiosity tugged at his mind.

"Never mind meddling in other people's business, let them finish theirs" Gibson muttered, trying to pretend that he didn't care about the scene that was unfolding.

Gibson averted his gaze and decided to step his feet back.

His conscience echoed words that contradicted his thoughts. Unable to remain indifferent, Gibson approached the gathering. As he got closer, he heard angry voices and threats being hurled by the men.

"Where do you think you're running to? We won't let you go. You better come with us!" A male voice rang out. It seemed to be one of the several men surrounding the woman.

"No! Stay away from me. I refuse to go with any of you," the woman's voice shrilled, expressing her rejection of the man's demand.

The woman's eyes looked wild. In her gaze filled with indescribable fear, she found an opening to escape from the men pursuing her. She seized the opportunity and ran.

Without a second thought, Gibson ran too, approaching the running woman and pulling her into a secluded alley. He then asked, "Are you okay?"

The woman looked utterly surprised by Gibson's action. She turned to face him. Her eyes seemed dark and filled with fear.

"Please, help me. They want to kill me because I'm a key witness to a crime," the woman pleaded, casting a hopeful look at Gibson.

"A witness to a crime?" Gibson asked, skeptical of her words.

"Sure. You need to take me away from those men," the woman said.

Before Gibson could respond, one of the men found the alley where Gibson and the woman were hiding. He cut in abruptly, "So here you are. Hey you! Don't interfere. If you value your life, you better leave because this isn't your business!"

Gibson stared defiantly at the man who spoke rudely to him. The anger burning within him refused to accept the harsh words.

Suddenly, Gibson felt a fire ignite within his chest, merging with the rage that now consumed him. He also sensed his past as a soldier and a skilled boxer awakening, reminding him of his hidden strength.

In a heartbeat, he transformed his facial expression into a cold, dominating demeanor. "I will interfere, because this is now my business."

"It seems you don't value your life," one man sneered at Gibson's words.

A fierce battle erupted. Gibson unleashed his hidden boxing abilities. His accurate punches seemed almost like a deadly dance, overwhelming all the men. However, their greater numbers began to overwhelm him.

Yet Gibson refused to give up easily. The pain from his wife's betrayal alongside his manager fueled his anger. He needed to release the overwhelming pain through this fight.

"If you're true men, we fight one on one," Gibson challenged.

Before the continuation of the battle, suddenly...

However, they all didn't listen and attacked Gibson once again simultaneously. Gibson blindly retaliated, not caring who he was attacking, as long as he could defeat them all.

Gibson turned out to be able to overpower them, which surprised them because Gibson could fight back.

"Damn! You must die by my hands," one of them, who couldn't accept it, raised a pistol.

BANG!

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the air. The pain piercing through his chest was like a lightning bolt as he felt the hot bullet pierce his skin and flesh.

THUD!

"Argh!"

The beautiful woman standing near Gibson cried out in distress. She saw the man who was about to help her fall to the ground, writhing in pain.

Despite the unbearable pain, Gibson struggled to stand. Seeing the blood flowing profusely from his wound, he felt his consciousness fading.

The beautiful woman stepped back as the men advanced toward her, ignoring Gibson. The atmosphere turned silent, except for the faint thudding in Gibson's chest.

Suddenly, an odd sensation surged within Gibson. It was like a growing fire that slowly ignited. He felt power coursing through his body. It was as if an ancient echo had awakened from his past. He no longer felt like an ordinary human.

Unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the tattoo on his arm, and suddenly, the tattoo came alive. The images that once were mere decorations on his skin now pulsated with magical energy. Whether it was the image of a free-running wolf, a leaping tiger, or a clawed dragon, he couldn't be sure.

The tattoo granted him newfound strength. With labored breaths, he crawled up from the ground, his gunshot wound staining the earth. He gazed into the distance, his eyes full of determination and newfound courage. Whatever happened, he knew his destiny had changed in that moment.

In a dramatic turn of events, like a piece of cloth pulled by an anchor, Gibson's fate had been woven with unexpected threads of destiny. From his chance encounter with the beautiful woman to the awakening of hidden powers within him, everything happened rapidly and profoundly.

Gibson, who initially was just a man grappling with financial problems, now stood at the crossroads between truth and darkness.

"Look! What is that?"

A loud shout came from one of the men who was just a few steps away from the cornered beautiful woman. Their task needed to be completed swiftly.

However, the scene unfolding before them held their faces in a hypnotic gaze. They stared in fearful awe towards Gibson, who was slowly rising.

"You! It can't be. Wh-who are you?" The voice of the man who had fired earlier quivered and stuttered. He stared at Gibson, who was now getting into a ready stance.

"Leave now, or I will…"