When Javier asked about it, and before Grace could say anything, Freddy suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Herschel.“F*ck you. So what if you can fight? I have a gun. Let’s see who is faster, you or my bullet!”Freddy looked at Javier after he barked at Herschel.“You have the balls to try and pick up my girl? You should first find out who I—hey, ow! Ow!”Before Freddy could finish his threat, he suddenly felt like his finger against the trigger was about to break.The reason was simple. Herschel had gone in for the pistol with his bare hands and forcefully twisted the gun around. As a result, he had trapped Freddy’s finger, causing him to yowl in pain like an animal being slaughtered.“Having a gun is quite impressive, but it depends on whose hand it is in. How different is it from a decayed piece of wood when it’s in your hand?”Herschel grabbed the pistol and took it apart, turning the firearm into metal scraps and unloading the bullets within seconds.Freddy was baf
When Freddy looked down through the floor-to-ceiling window beside him, he realized that he would be turned into pulp if he were to be thrown down, as they were about 20 levels above the ground. He felt chills run down his spine there and then but he used to be a gangster, so he had confidence even when he did not have any guts.He scoffed, “Who are you trying to scare? You think I haven’t been threatened my entire life?“Back when I was still in the gang, a machete about this huge stabbed right through me and I didn’t even make a sound. I took my knife and kept fighting. It’s funny that you think you can scare me with this petty threat!”Freddy was still rambling smugly when Herschel approached him and punched his throat. He was left speechless by how much pain he was in before Herschel hauled him up over his shoulder and walked to the window.Herschel’s way, which was all work and no talk, stunned Freddy. He had not expected the former to actually throw him down the building!As
It was almost seven in the evening. Javier realized belatedly that Grace had not had anything to eat in a long while, so he invited her out to a simple meal.“I’ll pass, sir. I’m gonna check on my mother in the hospital later.”“That’s a pretty important thing to do, I agree, but you don’t have to do that on an empty stomach, right?”Javier would not take no for an answer. He led Grace into the elevator and down the building, and the two of them headed to a nearby restaurant.Grace felt a little uncomfortable eating with the chairman of the organization, but as time passed, she realized he was pretty similar to common folks like her. He did not show any attitude or manners befitting the stereotypical ultra-rich. Her opinion of Javier kept soaring, and she was more and more convinced that the chairman was a cordial, down-to-earth man.Once they finished their dinner, Javier drove Grace straight to the hospital. He had not exactly planned to visit her mother personally, but the fact
Harley chirped as soon as Javier took his seat. Feeling a little puzzled, the latter asked, “Uh, what?”Harley was a little taken aback. “You mean you don’t know? They say you’ve been screwing both Megara and Cher, man! They say the campus’ sexiest women are trying to make you theirs, and really, you can’t blame me for believing it. There’s a lot of meat to it, and people claim they have seen it in action!”Javier finally understood. Chuckling lightly, he shook his head. “You can believe whatever you want, mate.”Harley was quite confused by this answer. Was that denial?Zenya Turing had just made her way through when she overheard their conversation. Her lips pressed into a quiet smile, her mirth secretive. She knew it; that rumor was bunk! Javier was not like that at all. The true object of his crush had to be…her, of course!As the three friends each tended to their own thoughts, someone else entered the room.Tidal Holdsworth, the student-body president, had a pretty strange
How did everyone feel about Tidal Holdsworth’s suffering?Ecstatic.Here came the elephant in the room, though: What was going to happen to Javier, the guy who had fixed up Tidal so well? What Javier had done was nothing short of torment, after all, which meant his comeuppance would likely be just as torturous. At that thought, the crowd turned to him, feeling concerned.“Hate to say this but…Xavier’s dead meat now. Tormenting anyone else would have been fine, but Tidal Holdsworth? That’s the student council president, someone infamous for being hyper-vindictive and sh*t! His vengeance is gonna be painful…”“Not to say Tidal doesn’t deserve what he got, and I’m not gonna pretend that I didn’t get a kick out of seeing Xavier thumping his *ss like a bad*ss, but Xavier did it at a cost, man. Revenge is gonna be really painful…”“I hope he doesn’t suffer too much. Besides, we can help, right? We’ll vouch for him, you know. Put in a good word when Tidal’s revenge comes…?”It was all t
Tidal did not manage to avoid eventually getting his head stuck in the drawer once more, let alone getting tormented by having his pants pulled down by several male students before they screwed him with whatever was on their minds.Javier skipped on this “entertainment” this time. Cher had just summoned him to her office right afterward, and en route, she asked, “Why did you make Zenya Turing the new president? Don’t tell me the two of you…”She trailed off mid-question, but Javier knew what was really on her mind.“Aww, you think I must share some super-intimate relationship with her and you’re feeling a teensy-weensy-bit jealous, right?” he quipped.“As if!” Cher protested hotly. “I don’t even know you personally! Why would I be jealous?”Javier was amused. Even Cher would find an excuse this flimsy! To appease her, of course, Javier followed her to her office and pacified her the old-fashioned way.They had a rather prolonged after-sex teasing session before Javier went back t
Herschel drove Javier to Liamsworth, his car tearing through the freeway at a speed that obviously exceeded the speed limit.What about the punishment for violating the law, one might ask. But the hammer of lawful punishment had always applied only to certain people, as privilege was indeed a thing. If privilege did not exist, then why would the masses sometimes find themselves not allowed to drive through a green light and instead get stopped so a few big cars driving important people could pass before they could resume their lives?Herschel’s car was such an example—on the privilege side of the equation. He crossed several speed limits at different intervals, condensing a two-hour journey into an hour. There were even moments when he was driving at 370% of the speed limit—a sort of crime so brazen that even the authorities would have no idea how to punish him.Not that the cops would ever punish him. Herschel’s skills were just that good, and he had a powerful boss behind him. Whe
Javier had taken off his mask by this point, so most people recognized him as the bona fide Javier Kersey, as evidenced by how many bystanders stopped by to point, look, and gossip in his presence. Everyone started talking about the surprisingly young yet achieved chairman when they laid eyes on him.Lay Alfred’s later upbringing abroad had bereft him of the knowledge of such impeccable luminary, however. At least he had heard of Reivaj cars; he owned one, even. In Lay’s mind, Javier was hopelessly outclassed by his stacked resume. Not many people could claim they had graduated from Karlos Tech Institute with a double-major masters degree at the age of 30, after all. A winning combination of youth, skill, and knowledge was something even top IT companies like Microsoft and Apple recognized, so they had invited him to join their ranks.Who would have known that, despite what should have been an unbearably dazzling resume, he was still one-upped by Javier’s claim to be on Karl-Tech’s b