The next morning, Chris received a text message from James. He got out of bed and went to carry out his chores and made breakfast before he left the house while driving his old electric scooter.
His destination was the same restaurant he had gone to meet James the previous day. Upon his arrival, he found James seated at the same table but this time around he wasn't alone.
Seated next to James was a young man who looked to be in his mid twenties.
“You're late.” James queried as Chris sat right in front of him.
“Unlike someone who always has everything prepared for him every morning, I on the other hand had chores that must be attended to.” Chris retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“I never knew your life had become so miserable. Who would have imagined that a warlord like yourself would become a houseboy?” James remarked and sipped the coffee in front of him.
“Tell me about it.” Chris said nonchalantly and pointed at the young man sitting next to James. “Who is he?”
“This is Ethan. He was one of our most talented newly recruited members and he is going to be your escort from now on.” James responded curtly
“Since when do I need a babysitter?”
“Please, at this point you might've become more proficient in using a broomstick than firing a gun.” James said jokingly, teasing Chris.
“You will be surprised to see what damage I can do when welding a kitchen knife.” Chris retorted.
“Anyways I heard that you have come into an agreement with your family so I thought you might need someone to help run errands that you don't want to get involved in.” He said and stood up from his seat. “I'll take my leave now. I'm sure you boys will get along.”
Chris eyebrows widened in surprise “Is that it? I thought you texted me to come because you had something important to talk about.”
James smiled at the words Chris uttered. “I need to return to the border to oversee the situation so I just wanted to see you before leaving.” He explained before walking out of the restaurant.
*****
After his meeting with James, Chris dismissed Ethan first before heading straight to Pegasus Enterprise.
He rode on his scooter for thirty minutes.
Soon he arrived at the high rising building Pegasus Enterprise which was located in the central business district of Brooklyn. It was the most imposing and intimidating structure standing amidst the other building in the area.
Suddenly, the atmosphere was engulfed by the sound of a roaring engine. Chris turned to look at the directions and saw an sleek and expensive sports car approaching him. It was an Audi R8 sports car!
The car stopped a few feets away from Chris and the driver stuck his head out of the vehicle and shouted at him “Hey you, Get your piece of junk from that spot. I want to park my car in that space.”
Chris was taken by surprise by the demand of the car driver. The driver was a middle aged man, dressed in an expensive, new suit and it was very obvious that he was arrogant due to his wealthy status.
It was a hassle to get involved with such people so he just turned around and continued walking away from the scene.
Obviously, the car driver was stunned by how Chris had completely ignored him. He felt insulted to be treated in such a humiliating manner by someone of lower caliber than him.
As a result, he stepped out of his vehicle and briskly marched towards Chris. “You….Are you deaf? How dare you walk away when I'm talking to you, piece of trash! I told you to move that junk away from that spot.”
Chris silently groaned as he realized that it wasn't going to be easy to deal with as he presumed. “Why should I listen to you? As far as I'm concerned that parking spot doesn't have your name. I was the one who parked on the spot first so you should go look for somewhere else to park your car.”
“You damn bastard. Do you even realize who you are even talking to right now? I have the power to have you thrown out of this compound.” the car driver boasted.
Chris became intrigued by the words of the arrogant young lad standing in front of him. He began to wonder what was the position of the car driver but he knew that he wasn't just an ordinary low level employee.
“I'm giving you one last chance now to get that scooter out of my way or else don't blame me for what I'm going to do next..” the car driver said with a smug expression in his face
“No, I won't remove my scooter from that space so do you our worst!” Chris replied, his lip curling to form a daring smile.
The young man became enraged. He turned around and walked back to where the Scooter was parked. Under Chris' watchful gaze, he used his leg to push the scooter to the ground with a heavy voice, repeatedly stepping and kicking the scooter.
The smile on Chris' face instantly vanished after seeing what happened to his scooter.
“I warned you not to mess with me.” The car driver said to Chris with a disdainful regard on face. “Now, come and take this trash away from this place.”
In rage, Chris walked closer to the young man and slapped him across the face.
The young man fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his nose and his mouth swollen.
“You f**cking bastard! Just you wait. My father is the general manager of this company. I'm going to make you regret this!” The car driver swore and dialed a number on his phone
Meanwhile, the commotion had already drawn the attention of a security guard that was stationed at the parking lot. The group of the security guards stationed at the parking lot soon arrived at the scene.
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The fight erupted. Mason attacked with reckless fury, slashing and lunging with the blade, each movement a desperate attempt to escape, to hurt, to reclaim what he believed was stolen. Chris sidestepped fluidly, moving like water over stone, countering with a spinning kick that sent Mason staggering back, momentarily unbalanced. The two men collided in a deadly dance of fists, elbows, and knees, every blow a symphony of violence honed by years of brutal training. Each strike carried more than physical force; it was rage, obsession, betrayal, and love entwined, the culmination of a history of ambition, rivalry, and heartbreak. “You destroyed me!” Mason roared mid-strike, slashing at Chris with the dagger, each swing more frantic than the last. “You took everything I deserved!” Chris dodged the attack, letting the blade slice past his shoulder by inches, his muscles coiling like steel cables. He drove a knee into Mason’s ribs with surgical precision. “And you destroyed yourself!”
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Chris’s jaw clenched until his teeth ached. His shoulder throbbed violently, each heartbeat sending a hot spike of pain down his arm. Flesh, bone, and muscle screamed for him to stop. But no agony could override the fire burning inside his chest. Mason wasn’t escaping. Not while Chris still drew breath. He moved upward, one step at a time, methodically scanning the environment the way only a seasoned operative could. His gaze tracked every scrap of debris scattered along the stairwell. Twisted railings. Loose bolts. Shattered grates. Even shattered glass that crunching under his boots. All potential traps. All weapons that Mason could exploit. The air tasted metallic—like the inside of a dying machine. Halfway up, a hulking silhouette lunged out from behind a flight of stairs. A mercenary. The last one Mason had left behind to stall him. The brute swung a metal pipe with enough force to dent the wall. The air screamed as the weapon cut through it. Chris reacted on instinct—droppin
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The warehouse had fallen into a chaotic, almost oppressive silence, punctuated only by the distant groans of wounded mercenaries and the soft, ominous hiss of dust settling over shattered crates and broken machinery. Smoke clung to the air like a living thing, curling in thin, gray tendrils around overturned metal shelves and debris-strewn floors. The stench of gunpowder and scorched concrete hung thickly, filling Chris’s lungs with every ragged inhale. His chest heaved violently as he leaned against a fractured steel beam, the cold, jagged metal biting into his bruised shoulder. Pain radiated sharply through his ribs with every breath, a scorching reminder of the savage blows he had endured. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, the dark stain spreading with a life of its own, yet he barely noticed. Amidst the agony, amidst the storm of physical torment, one thought anchored him: Eva. She was pressed against the concrete floor a few meters away, trembling as though the very air its
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Mason looked at eva direction with a look that showed no signs of remorse.“You want me to stop when I'm just beginning to catch some fun. You should enjoy the show too.” Again, the rod began its deadly arc downward. Mason’s shadow loomed larger. His manic grin widened even further.The rod arced down, a metallic predator intent on ending Chris in an instant. Pain had already lanced through his shoulder and back, but he remained rigid, Eva’s eyes locked on his. She gasped, terrified, trembling, yet her gaze carried trust—a fragile lifeline in the maelstrom of chaos. And then— Then—a sharp, deafening crack split the air. The pipe flew out of mason’s hands and in the next split second one of Mason’s lackeys guarding Eva crumpled to the floor, a dark spray blossoming across the concrete. “Sniper,” one of the soldiers yelled. Chris’s head snapped toward the direction the bullet came from and allowed himself a brief moment of gratitude, a spark of hope flaring in the storm of adre
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Chris groaned in pain from the kick but didn't have enough time to recover as Mason swung the pipe towards him. Quickly , he jumped backwards to evade the attack. Mason glared at Chris in anger. “ What are you doing? Did you forget what situation you are in right now? Chris’s pulse hammered. “Chris…” Mason whispered, tone dropping into cold, predatory calm. “Killing you would be easy. Too easy. But breaking you?” His smile stretched, sick and eager. “That’s more interesting so just stay put and get beaten up ” And without warning— Mason struck again The rod came down with lethal force, the air splitting with its speed and this time Chris stood still without making an attempt to evade. The metallic rod collided with Chris’s shoulder with a sickening, bone-shattering crunch that echoed through the hollow construction tower. Pain lanced through his arm, sharp, hot, consuming every nerve ending, but he didn’t cry out. Not a single sound. Not a whimper. He staggered, then fell t
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The skeletal frame of the construction tower jutted into the night like the exposed ribs of some fallen titan. Rusted beams crisscrossed overhead, serrated edges catching the moonlight like jagged teeth ready to swallow anyone who dared step inside. Shattered windows gaped open across the tower’s facade, black and hollow like the eye sockets of a long-dead corpse. Even before Chris entered, the building breathed dread. The faint, rhythmic drip of water echoed through the hollow interior—slow, deliberate, almost like the tower itself was counting down. The air was thick with rust, mildew, damp concrete, and the metallic stench of old machinery. It felt like walking into the rotting heart of a nightmare. Chris moved cautiously through the debris-strewn floor, boots crunching over broken glass and twisted metal. Every step was calculated. Every muscle ready to spring. His training sharpened his senses, widening them like the aperture of a camera. He scanned the shadows for pressure pla
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