2023-05-29 15:38:25The chuckles from the employees could still be heard. The silly things that happened to Orlando wasn't merely a coincidence.
Behind his folded hands, Andrew had flicked his finger. The power he derived from the necklace made him realize he could quickly silence Orlando's actions.
"Ugh!"
Orlando rose from his position and pointed at all the laughing employees. "Delete all the recordings you made, or you'll end up like Andrew!"
All the phones in the hands of the employees suddenly dropped, and their expressions turned panicked due to Orlando's threat.
"I will sue you!" Orlando pointed at Andrew with a trembling hand, overcome with anger.
"On what grounds do you want to sue me? Because you fell and kissed my foot?" Andrew said, "Just admit it, Nadine only wants your money; I'm sure she wouldn't even look at you if you were poor like me. "
Andrew's words ignited emotions within Nadine. She approached her ex-boyfriend and slapped him across the face.
"Watch your words, Andrew! I've been unhappy when I was with you for so long! You're disgusting!”
Orlando just smiled next to her, “I have money. What do you have? You’re just a worthless scmbug. Like a filthy pig wallowing in the muddy dirt”
Andrew didn't respond with words; he remained calm and slightly smiled while nodding.
Nadine narrowed her eyes at Andrew and embraced Orlando, with her bag covering the part of his pants. However, another absurd incident occurred when Orlando tripped over his foot in front of the elevator door.
As he fell, the elevator door was open, amplifying the embarrassment for anyone who witnessed it.
Laughter couldn't be contained, and all the employees in the room burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"SHUT UP! FUCK YOU ALL!"
Orlando angrily pushed the employees in front of him and entered the elevator. Andrew waved his hand just a moment before the elevator closed.
Nice shot.
**
The sound of car horns filled the air this afternoon. Andrew walked with sweat drenching his body. He held the box in his hands and sat on the bench under the tree.
"So, the power is real." Andrew stared at his hands and seemed satisfied, possessing a power his rational mind couldn't explain was a dream he had never imagined before.
Just as Andrew was thinking, he heard someone shouting for help. There was a commotion that was the source of the voice heard by Andrew.
Curiosity got the better of Andrew, and he approached one of the people there and asked, "What happened?"
"The man seems to be having a heart attack. He suddenly fell while clutching his front!"
Empowered by his abilities, Andrew moved instinctively and entered the crowd. An elderly man with a pale face lay weakly on the street. Calmly, Andrew requested that the people surrounding the man create some space so it would be manageable.
"Quick, call an ambulance!" shouted the people around.
However, Andrew gently touched the man's body, feeling the coldness in his hands, and noticed his lips turning blue. The veins in his neck were weak.
"Hey, what are you doing?! You won't be able to save him just by touching his neck like that! Step aside!"
One of the men standing near Andrew tried to approach and pull him away from the old man, but Andrew ignored him and brushed the man's hand away.
"Don't be reckless! This is not a game!" the man said.
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The flickering neon lights outside 'The Rusty Anchor' reflected off the rain puddles, creating distorted shadows on Andrew’s face. He pulled his hoodie lower. It felt strange walking among the people he usually ignored. Now, he was one of them—the invisible debris of the city.His back still throbbed from the strikes of Orlando’s silver cane, and every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his fractured ribs. However, that physical agony was nothing compared to the cold, frozen rage solidifying in his chest.Andrew stopped in front of an old electronics shop displaying a dozen televisions in the window. Every single one broadcasted the same face: Elena."Further evidence has been uncovered regarding Andrew’s involvement in money laundering through his humanitarian foundation," the news anchor’s voice echoed through the quiet street. "Orlando Smith, currently serving as interim CEO, has promised full transparency. Meanwhile, Andrew’s whereabouts remain unknown. Police warn that he i
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The rain over the industrial zone was thick with the scent of rusted metal and sea salt. Inside the warehouse, the air was stagnant, smelling of antiseptic and decay. Andrew stood before a cracked mirror in the small bathroom of the bunker, staring at the stranger looking back at him.His face was a map of purple bruises and jagged cuts. His ribs were bound so tightly with bandages that every breath felt like a shallow struggle. But it was his eyes that troubled him most. The vibrant, electric blue that usually pulsed with the energy of the necklace had faded into a dull, flat grey. He reached for his chest, touching the blackened stone. It felt like a cold piece of coal, dead and unresponsive."Boss, the van is ready," Viper’s voice echoed from the hallway. "But I still think this is a mistake. You’re in no condition to be on the streets."Andrew stepped out, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He was wearing a grease-stained hoodie and oversized cargo pants—the kind of clothes he
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Viper pushed the black van through the outskirts of the city, weaving through traffic and mounting curbs whenever necessary. In the back, Andrew lay sprawled on the floor, his breath coming in jagged hitches. His chest felt like it was being hollowed out by fire. Every time he tried to tap into the energy of the necklace, a cold, viscous pain stabbed at his heart. The seal was absolute."Hang on, Boss," Viper growled, swerving the wheel toward a derelict industrial zone near the docks. "We’re almost at 'The Hole'."'The Hole' was an old warehouse Andrew had converted into an emergency medical bunker years ago. He had built it using untraceable cash—no bank records, no digital footprints, and completely hidden from Elena’s oversight.As the van’s sliding doors hissed open, two medics in nameless black scrubs immediately pulled Andrew onto a gurney."Status?" one of the medics asked sharply."Internal bleeding, fractured ribs in three places, and... something supernatural has choked his
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The heavy oak doors of the Chief Surgeon’s office felt like the gates of a tomb. Inside, Andrewlay collapsed on the floor, his fingers twitching toward the obsidian-black pendant resting on hischest. Every breath was a jagged blade in his lungs. The Essence of the Black Shackle,activated by Elena’s herbal "vitality" drink, was doing its work—weaving a web of necroticenergy around his meridians, strangling the very source of his power.Orlando stood over him, his expensive Italian leather shoes inches from Andrew’s face. Hereached down and gripped Andrew’s hair, forcing his head up."Look at you," Orlando sneered,, his eyes dancing with a manic light. "The great Andrew. TheKing of the City. The man who thought he could erase the Smith name with a few signaturesand a flashy suit. You look like a dying dog, Andrew."Andrew tried to speak, but only a thick, metallic-tasting bile rose in his throat. He looked pastOrlando to Elena. She stood by the window, her silhouette sharp again
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Andrew woke up with a cold sweat drenching his silk sheets. His heart was hammering against his ribs—a sensation he hadn’t felt since he first mastered the inner breathing techniques of the ancient necklace. Normally, the energy from the artifact would soothe his nerves even in the deepest sleep, but tonight, he felt as if a thousand-ton weight was crushing his chest.He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:30 AM. The dawn had not yet touched the city’s skyline, but unease had already gripped his soul. Andrew sat up, attempting to summon a flicker of energy to clear his mind. However, as he tried to circulate the power through his meridians, he hit a wall. It felt like trying to force water through pipes filled with thick, freezing sludge."Something is wrong," he whispered into the darkness.He reached beneath his shirt, clutching the necklace. The metal was cold—far too cold. Usually, the yellow gemstone emitted a faint, comforting warmth that synchronized with his h
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The skyline of the metropolis shimmered under the moonlight, a sprawling sea of electric diamonds that seemed to bow before the penthouse of the Celestial Tower. Inside, Andrew stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, a glass of vintage scotch in his hand. He wasn't the same man who had been humiliated in a cramped office years ago. His curly brown hair was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes, once filled with desperation, now held the cold, piercing depth of an ancient ocean.The necklace—the source of his god-like power—rested silently beneath his silk shirt. He could feel its pulse, a rhythmic thrum of energy that connected him to the very atoms of the city. To the world, Andrew was the untouchable sovereign of the Smith-William conglomerate. He had crushed his enemies, healed the incurable, and amassed a fortune that could buy nations."Everything looks small from up here, doesn't it?"A soft voice broke his contemplation. Andrew didn't need to turn around to know it was Elena, h
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