Chapter 4 The Black Panther...!

Author's point of view...

In one of the private rooms, many rich and strong men were waiting for someone to start the meeting. Chatting with each other about the newest products launching in the underworld mafia.

Someone even brought the rarest pistol to show off. The air in the room was filled with anticipation and excitement. That was not all. Despite their special identities, many of them were nervous and many were trembling.

The special guest for today's meeting was none other than the king of the mafia, The Black Panther himself.

Nobody has ever seen his face or been aware of who he really is. All they knew was that he possessed eyes that could see a person's soul.

As he could control whomever he desired, it was said that he was an elderly man with magical abilities even in this era.

Some claim he is not even a human being because he can read anyone's mind in an instant. Nobody can deceive him, in fact, nobody who attempts to deceive him has ever seen the light of day again. Killing felt like swiping away the dust from his finger.

Just the thought of being in the same room with him gave everyone a chill running down their spine.

Soon the room door opened and many bodyguards dressed in black suits with guns in their hands rushed in.

Silence descended upon the room as the guards surrounded them. They did what they were told and remained silent, not panicking or yelling. Some of the guards scanned the room and then stood aside as if making way for their master.

The people present in the room were all the richest and the most powerful men in the entire city and were here to make a deal with the most powerful man and some were here just to see him once.

It was no small feat to have caught the interest of the most powerful Black Panther gang.

This has to do with the newest and swiftest guns which were made customised as per their requirement.

A moment later, a man entered wearing a shiny black three-piece designer suit and a black mask embroidered with gold that covered more than half of his face. Two more men trailed after him. One of his men walked up to open the door for him.

Everyone present in the room was so stunned to see the intimidating figure.

Is he the famous 'Black Panther'? They wondered not daring to ask anything.

He was not someone ugly or old as the rumours say, but he was quite young and energetic. Even with the mask covering half of his face, anyone could say that he was very good-looking.

They all stood up immediately but remained silent.

The man with the mask entered and was seated with a dominant demeanour after one of the men behind him had pulled the chair for him.

"Please have a seat," the man behind the masked man nodded, and the others dutifully took their places.

The masked man then leaned on the chair with his legs crossed. His posture was domineering and indolent.

"Start" as a man of little words, his slightest command could make things happen. The meeting began and everyone drained themselves to impress the mysterious man, the Black Panther.

But...! Was he really the so-called Black Panther?

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In one of the VIP luxurious suits, on the topmost floor, another man was sitting with his legs on the table with a monitor before him as the screen was displaying the live telecast of the meeting that was going on in the other room.

This man sat casually with a cigarette rolling in his fingers as he looked coldly at the screen in front of him.

Despite his cold look, there was a terrifying dark aura around him. Strength emanates from every inch of this man. He had such a commanding appearance that could make anyone tremble in fear.

He was the real Black Panther.

The one and the only, Robert Erickson. The famous CEO of the Erickson group and the boss of the most terrifying mafia gang engulfing the entire world with his command.

"Boss, is Dan doing it well?" Mike asked in a shaking tone. Nervously, his hands rubbed each other for the hundredth time.

Black Panther glanced at the screen then at the man trembling beside him and with that simple glance, Mike's heart almost slipped into his mouth. Looking at how terrified Mike was, Robert smirked and Mike gasped a breath of relief.

"Not bad...!" the cold voice echoed in the dark and silent room and Mike exhaled the hot air that he had been holding in.

Mike was the one who arranged everything for today's meeting, the place, the time and the imposter. If anything goes wrong with this meeting, he can't imagine what his boss will do to him.

After all, this meeting was about something that had caught his boss's attention. He wouldn't have come all the way long to this little town if not for that particular designer gun that he wanted.

Whatsoever, Robert doesn't have the thing called patience in his dictionary. He wouldn't think twice before breaking his friend's legs if anything went wrong.

Mike, being his friend, was not only his right-hand man but also his business partner, yet Robert's dominance could make him shiver.

The meeting progressed calmly as programmed and Robert took another gush of his cigarette, amused.

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On the other hand, in the elevator, the supervisor had been glancing at Izzy from time to time. She looked exceptionally beautiful and sexy in contrast to all the other special employees that he had ever seen.

At this moment, Izzy was expressionless. Her mind was a mess. The man before her was staring at her as if he was about to devour her alive and that made her even more uncomfortable. She seemed to have become a different person, wearing that weird dress and putting on heavy make-up. Even though she dressed awkwardly, she was nonetheless stunning.

The elevator stopped and they entered into a different world. The golden doors were exquisite, and the floor was carpeted in velvet.

"Where are you taking me?" Izzy could no longer hold it in. This location does not resemble the workplace where she was employed, rather, it resembles a private suit.

The supervisor smiled crookedly and said,

"Just follow me. You will get to know. Don't worry, Rose had told me everything."

When he mentioned Rose, Izzy thought that it might be true. Rose had indeed promised her that she would arrange for her to work in the private rooms.

This might be it...! She thought to herself and followed him.

When they walked further, he opened one of the golden doors and took her into one of the empty private rooms.

Izzy felt fear seeping inside her gut and she could no longer keep her patience, she shouted at that man in a panic,

"Why did you bring me here? What are you planning to do? Leave me, let me go...!" she turned around to escape but that man grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Behave you little thing...Your friend had already got the payment for you."

She was dumbfounded for a moment. Her hands and legs felt like jelly.

It was a trap...!

Her good actually sold her...! Rose betrayed her.

It was wrong of her to have trusted Rose in the first place. Izzy cursed herself for being a fool.

What kind of vile trap had she fallen into?

"No... Let me go...!!" she screamed struggling to open the door but that man fiercely grabbed her arm. Izzy's arm hurt. She moaned in pain.

Soon a middle-aged man, with a pot belly and balded head, entered the room with a grin spread on his face. Izzy stood frozen.

"So... Is this the chick you said, Wilson?"

That middle-aged man rolled his eyes over the little girl and drooled with lust.

"Aah...You impressed me..." he said as his eyes darkened. His desire-filled gaze was fixed on the shivering girl.

Izzy was dragged toward the middle-aged man by the supervisor. Izzy realized that fighting would not be effective in this situation, so she gave up. She needed to come up with an escape strategy.

"Mr Cameron, I am glad that you liked my arrangement today. Please do remember me after this." The supervisor, Wilson smiled at Mr Cameron before turning to face Izzy and admonishing her,

"Mr Cameron is not a normal man, your life will be settled if you please him tonight. He must be satisfied. You have to serve him well" Izzy gritted in disgust. The make-up she wore had a long spread on her face, yet she was looking good just like some hot comic heroine.

With those instructions, Wilson directly pushed Izzy into the middle-aged man's arms. Luckily Izzy was prepared in advance and did not stumble on the ground because of that push.

"Mr. Cameron, this is Lily. Please enjoy the time. I won't disturb you anymore"

The supervisor said before leaving the room and locking it from outside.

Izzy was literally shivering. She looked at the man and his huge pot belly, she trembled at the thought that this man would come near her.

Bloody bastards...! Serve this fat Ox well...!

What the hell was that Supervisor thinking?

Izzy moved her legs carefully, the ones that had turned to jelly now. But before she could take even a step ahead, the disgusting man grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

Izzy was dumbfounded...!

Is this her end?

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