2026-02-11 13:35:05The Grand Emperor Hotel was a gold and glass castle and it sparkled like a jewel in the moon. In the entrance, there were luxury cars Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces. Men clad in tuxedos and ladies in million-dollar dresses strolled up the red carpet laughing and drinking champagne.
It was a city playground of the elite.
Alex had gotten out of an ordinary taxi and headed to the entrance.
His grey coat was old. His shoes were dusty. He resembled a blemish on a beautiful picture.
"Halt!"
He was confronted by two huge security guards. They glanced at him with disgust up and down.
It is a personal affair, sneered the guard on the left. Beggars go to the back yard to take away the leftovers. Get lost."
Alex didn't stop. He kept walking.
"I said stop!" The guard made an effort to catch his shoulder.
Alex's eyes flashed.
"Move."
Just one word. But the killing purpose of a man who had butchered armies was therein.
The guard froze. His hand stopped in mid-air. He chilled at the spine, and perceived a kind of predator to be breathings on his neck. He involuntarily withdrew on his part, trembling.
Alex passed them without any glance.
The party was going on inside the ballroom. There were crystal chandeliers suspended on the ceiling. Soft music was played by a live orchestra.
"Wait... is that Alex?"
The music was interrupted by an sneering voice.
Alex turned. A young gentleman in white suit was striding towards him with a glass of wine. He had a band of wealthy heirs about him.
It was Jason. The son of the Banking Tycoon of the city. During his school years in high school, Alex was bullied by him due to his poverty. It was he who carried rumors that Alex ran away as he was a coward.
"It is him!" Jason laughed his eyes out. "Look everyone! The runaway trash is back!"
The music stopped. All the room stared at Alex.
Jason came and looked at him with a smile. And shall you come here to faec me food, Alex? Or were you here to sell again your wife? I heard Don Viper had fun with her a lot.
The crowd laughed. It was a heartless, mean, sound.
"Poor Sarah," a woman giggled. She got married to a dog and became a toy.
Another man looked at her with a sneer: he probablied, wants money. "Throw him a coin."
Jason put his hand into his pocket and took out a coin. He threw it at Alex's feet.
"Pick it up," Jason commanded. Bark like a dog, and I will give thy another.
Alex looked at the coin. Then he looked at Jason.
You have three seconds to get out of sight, Alex said.
Jason's face turned red. He was not accustomed to the trash talking back to him. "You dare? Security! Throw this garbage out! Break his legs!"
The security guards surged ahead. But they could not touch Alex--
BOOM!
The enormous two-story-high ballroom doors blew open.
Wood and glass was flying all about. The audience shouted and jumped away.
Ten men were walking in through the dust.
They did not work as security guards. They were not police.
They were soldiers.
The armour they wore was in pitch-black and there was a red dragon insignia in the front of their armour. Did they have the masks over their faces? They were in possession of weapons that sent security guards running back to wet their pants.
and something heavy they bore upon their shoulders.
A huge coffin, black with wood.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
They landed upon the marble floor with their boots in perfect unison. It was as though the heartbeat of death.
The entire room went silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Jason was trembling. "Who... who are you people?"
The soldiers ignored him. They went straight to the middle of the room and banged the coffin on the floor.
BANG!
The strong sound vibrated the floor.
After that, the ten soldiers turned to Alex. They bumped their fists on their chests and prostrated themselves.
"Master! The gift has been delivered!"
The crowd gasped. They stared at the soldiers, and shortly thereafter at Alex.
"Master?" Jason muttered, flushing all the color out of his face. "You..."
Alex ignored him. He did not notice him, like he was air. He strolled to the middle of the room, to the stage, where sat a fat man in a gold suit.
It was Don Viper. The King of the Underground.
Viper sat up, his cigar dropping out of his mouth. He gazed at the coffin, and then at Alex. He knew that he intended to kill.
"Who are you?" Viper growled. And what party is this which you know?
Alex touched and put his hand upon the lid of the coffin.
"I am Sarah's husband," Alex said.
Viper's eyes widened. "The runaway?"
Alex pushed the lid.
SCREEECH.
The coffin opened.
It was empty. The inside was lined with red silk, the color of blood.
Alex looked at Don Viper. He pointed a finger at the empty black box.
"It's a perfect fit," Alex said. "Get in."
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