Yaromir, seeing Jovie's attempt to escape, stalked over with a steel pipe in hand. His fingers tightened around the cold metal, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. With a look of brutality, he raised the pipe high, ready to bring it crashing down on Jovie's legs.Bang!In the moment Jovie thought her end had come, a gunshot pierced the silence, followed by Yaromir's agonized howl.A bullet had sliced through the air, striking Yaromir's arm that wielded the steel pipe, penetrating it and spraying blood in a gruesome arc."Ah! My hand!" Yaromir dropped the pipe, clutching his wounded arm, his screams filling the air.His eyes, wide with shock, darted to the building's exterior where a fleet of military Jeeps, patrol cars with their lights flashing, and even armored riot vehicles had assembled.In a heartbeat, a swarm of heavily armed officers, patrolmen, and riot specialists leaped from the vehicles, swiftly encircling the building. Their weapons were trained on Yaromir and his acco
Boom!The image of Jovie being kicked sent Liam over the edge. He kicked, striking Yaromir squarely in the chest and sending him crashing into an old, abandoned shelving unit, which toppled with a resounding crash.The force of the kick shattered some of Yaromir's ribs. He hit the ground hard, clutching his belly with his good arm and spitting out blood, his eyes wide with shock as he stared up at Liam.Liam picked up a long steel pipe from the ground and advanced on Yaromir, each step heavy with lethal intent.At that moment, Liam's rage seemed to pierce the heavens, and the darkening sky above Drunham City mirrored the storm brewing within him.Thunder rumbled ominously across the darkened sky.Liam stood tall, the steel pipe in his grip aimed at Yaromir sprawled on the ground. His eyes were icy as he demanded, "Out with it! Who's behind this?"Blood dribbled from Yaromir's mouth as he shook his head, panic-stricken. "I can't tell you! I just can't! They'd kill my family!"Ho
Inside, Quentin lounged on a sofa in the inner hall, eyes covered, encircled by a bevy of sultry women whose laughter tinkled as lightly as the rain outside.The room was filled with the allure of women who were the talk of the town, internet sensations, and lesser-known starlets of the entertainment world. They all had that same, almost manufactured beauty, but each boasted her own unique charm, from statuesque to seductive. They paraded their ample curves and long, pale legs with pride.Their intermittent moans were like a siren's call, impossible to ignore.Quentin, his face half-hidden by a sheer veil, held a cigar in one hand and cupped a voluptuous breast with the other. He drew the woman close, whispered into her shoulder, and let the smoke curl from his lips."My lovely, where do you think you're going? Come, sit with me. Let me cherish you tonight, shall we?"The woman, her body a plaything in Quentin's hands, blushed at his words and settled against him, half-reclined an
The men snapped to attention and said with the utmost respect, "Mr. Jacka, we've got trouble. The club in the south district's been shut down!""The clubs and casinos up north just got raided too, and the cops hauled all our guys away!""Jacobsmeyer's bars and KTV joints are locked up, and their people got carted off by the cops as well!"Boom!Right then, a clap of thunder shook the sky, and a flash of lightning lit up the whole inner hall, casting Quentin's dark scowl in stark relief.Quentin was livid!He had ruled Drunham City for years, and nobody had ever had the guts to challenge him so brazenly, much less shut down a swath of his operations!With fury etched on his face, Quentin glared at his men and roared, "Who is it? Who's behind this?!""It was me!"Out of nowhere, a voice as icy as the Arctic cut through the tension, sending shivers down the spine.Then, a figure cloaked in a deadly aura stepped through the front door.Malcolm, clad in battle gear, held a large
"Out of line!! Quentin, what if I'm set on tearing your empire apart?"Malcolm, who had been shielding Liam from the rain, glared at Quentin with a storm brewing in his eyes and a frosty edge to his voice that could cut steel.Malcolm was livid. Quentin's audacity was off the charts, especially in the presence of King Pendragon.Quentin, who had been preoccupied with Liam and distracted by the downpour, suddenly took serious notice of Malcolm. It was only when Malcolm spoke that Quentin really looked at him.Recognition dawned, and Quentin's face went white as a sheet. His body shook as he blurted out, "You... you're Malcolm?""Indeed, it's me!"Malcolm's reply was as frosty as the rain, his presence as imposing as a winter storm.Quentin's confidence shattered. He could never have guessed that the unassuming umbrella holder was none other than General Lynch, the esteemed mayor of Drunham City and a high-ranking officer in the city's garrison.How could that be?However, in a
Quentin watched with a composed smirk. He taunted Malcolm and Liam, "Take a good look, Malcolm. My guys have got this place covered. You really think your handful of fighters can take on my army?"Malcolm looked impassive as he surveyed the courtyard. They were completely surrounded by thugs, each one looking meaner than the last, brandishing their weapons in the storm.Malcolm's brow was furrowed as he took in the sea of easily a couple of hundred thugs filling the courtyard. Doubt gnawed at him. He glanced at Liam, his voice barely above a whisper, "Boss, what's our play? Do we take 'em head-on?"Liam looked as composed as ever, not a trace of fear in his eyes. He fixed his gaze on Quentin, who was smugly flanked by his goons, and asked sternly, "Quentin, you really think this is your win?"Caught off guard, Quentin's surprise quickly turned into a mocking laugh, his eyes twisted with scorn. "Liam, I didn't give you enough credit. Who knew you'd be chummy with Malcolm of the garr
At the same time, every exit of the courtyard was breached by more armed soldiers storming in.In a flash, the newcomers had the place under complete control."Everyone, drop your weapons, hands on your heads, and squat down!""Drop your weapons! Or we will shoot to kill!""Drop your weapons! Do not resist foolishly!""Everyone, hands on your heads and squat down!"Angry shouts sent a wave of panic through the gang members, clutching onto their long knives and steel pipes. They were terrified of law enforcement. When faced with the very thing they feared, most dropped their weapons and crouched down, hands over their heads in submission.A few tried to put up a fight, but they were no match for the trained officers. A swift kick sent the rebels sprawling, and guns were quickly aimed at their heads. "Try anything else, and you're dead!" came the fierce warning.Some, in desperation, charged with their weapons raised.Gunshots cracked through the air. The attackers were hit, col
Quentin's eyes darted around the courtyard, taking in the sight of the armed figures surrounding him. His heart pounded with the realization that a single command could unleash a hail of bullets, shredding him to pieces.Liam stood before him, his gaze as piercing as the winter frost. Memories of his daughter hardened his stare into something even more unforgiving. "Quentin, you're the second man bold enough to harm my daughter. The first was the Walker family, and I've already dealt with them. What makes you think you'll escape my wrath?" Liam's voice cut through the air like ice.The name 'Walker family' struck Quentin like a thunderbolt, his face draining of color. The infamous Walker family massacre that had rocked Drunham City was Liam's doing. He was the shadow that had loomed over that grim tale.Fear gripped Quentin, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed, "Mr. Cole, please, I'm sorry... I made a mistake..."However, his plea was cut short as Liam's boot connected with