Chapter 83
Author: HONO.V
last update2026-05-12 23:18:16

Without wasting another second, Matthew was gone.

He turned and dashed toward the stairs, his feet hitting the floor fast and hard, moving with urgency, driven by both fear and the strange excitement of what lay ahead of him. His figure disappeared quickly, swallowed by the chaos of flashing red lights and the still-screaming alarm as he pushed toward the upper floors.

Brother James watched him go.

And for a brief moment, something in him settled slightly.

He exhaled.

Matthew was on his way.

Mr
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    Brother James started laughing.It was not a warm laugh.It was the kind of laugh that carried mockery in every note of it, sharp and dismissive, the laugh of a man who believed he still held something over the person standing in front of him."You don't actually know what you are getting yourself into," he said, shaking his head slowly as the laughter faded into a smirk. "It's not even featuring you. Just imagine. You are going to see the difference in power. You are going to see it clearly. You are going to find out that you are not worthy of anything here. That you are not capable of anything against what is waiting for you above. That is what you are going to see. And when it comes to brute strength, you are definitely—"Michael punched him in the chest.The movement was sudden and devastating, no warning, no wind up, no moment where Brother James could have seen it coming and braced himself. One second Michael was walking toward him, and the next his fist had driven straight into

  • Chapter 84

    Michael said nothing.He did not stop walking.He did not even glance around at the bodies on the floor or the rivers of blood still spreading slowly across the concrete. His eyes were fixed forward, calm and steady, and his steps were slow and even as he moved closer to Brother James with the kind of unhurried patience that made the whole thing feel more threatening than if he had been running.Brother James watched him coming and kept talking."Well, I will not lie to you," he said, his voice carrying a grudging edge to it. "You have potential. Real potential. That much I cannot deny."He paused."But that potential is going to be of great waste to you. Because Mr. Giovanni will not allow this to slide. You cannot just walk in here, kill seventy of his workers, and expect the man to simply let it go. That is not how this works. That is not how he works."Michael kept walking.Brother James continued."I know why you are this confident. I know why you are walking toward me like that.

  • Chapter 83

    Without wasting another second, Matthew was gone.He turned and dashed toward the stairs, his feet hitting the floor fast and hard, moving with urgency, driven by both fear and the strange excitement of what lay ahead of him. His figure disappeared quickly, swallowed by the chaos of flashing red lights and the still-screaming alarm as he pushed toward the upper floors.Brother James watched him go.And for a brief moment, something in him settled slightly.He exhaled.Matthew was on his way.Mr. Giovanni would hear about this soon.And Brother James knew one thing about Mr. Giovanni with absolute certainty. The man did not let things slide. He never had. Whatever was happening on this floor, whatever embarrassment was unfolding down here, it would not go unanswered once the boss became aware of it. Mr. Giovanni would respond, and he would respond in a way that would remind everyone why his name carried the weight it did.So Brother James told himself he had nothing to worry about.Not

  • Chapter 82

    At that moment, Brother James stood there watching, and what he saw made him slowly shake his head.Not in disbelief anymore, In shame.Michael was not even fighting them in the way a man fights when he is pushed hard and struggling to survive. He was moving through them the way a man moves through a crowd at a market, casually, almost effortlessly, sending bodies flying in every direction like they weighed nothing at all. He was kicking them into each other, using their own men as weapons against their own men, and the floor was filling up with groaning, broken bodies faster than anyone could count.It was embarrassing.It was deeply, painfully humiliating.An outsider was doing this to the bear organization.Brother James let the weight of that sit in his chest for a moment, and it burned worse than the pain still running through his body from the slap.Then he exhaled slowly and muttered to himself.What did I even expect?What exactly did I expect from a man who has already reache

  • Chapter 81

    Then the man moved.His arm snapped forward, and the knife flew out of his hand.The blade tore through the air with frightening speed, so fast and sharp that it seemed to drag the wind along with it. It came straight for Michael's head.The man was already smiling, to him, this was a perfect throw.A perfect hit, a clean finish.But just before the knife could reach him, Michael turned around and caught it.Just like that.He caught the knife with his bare hand.The attacker's smile died at once.His jaw dropped.“Huh?” he let out, his face twisting in shock. “How—”Before he could complete the word, the knife broke.It snapped inside Michael's hand as if it had been made of dry wood instead of metal.The sound of it was small, but in that moment, it felt louder than the blaring alarm.The man's jaw dropped even more, his eyes stretching wide in raw disbelief."What the hell is going on? Who is he?, how was he able to do that?"His mind could not catch up. It was still struggling to

  • Chapter 80

    The moment Brother James gave the order, the men around Michael tightened their grip on their weapons.Some shifted their feet, Some lowered their shoulders.Some bent slightly, ready to rush him all at once just as they had been told.But before any of them could make the first move, Michael had already started walking toward them.He did not run, he did not hurry.he simply walked forward with a calm, steady step that made the whole scene feel even more disturbing. It was the kind of walk a man took when he was not entering danger, but moving toward something he had already decided to finish.The flashing red lights swept over his face, but they did nothing to change the cold stillness there.As Michael drew closer, something in him sharpened.It was not just the sight of the men, not just the knives in their hands.Not just the rage in their faces.It was the blood, he could sense it.Not on one man, not on two.On all of them.Every man standing in front of him carried it.It was

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