Angela's cheek flashed as she stuttered. "I..." The sales woman pulled out a beautiful umbrella swiftly as she was worried that Angela would give up on buying the watches. She smiled as she introduced. "If you buy the watches now, we can gift you this limited edition umbrella. This black umbrella was handcrafted by some of the finest makers in the world. The manufacturing cost alone is ten thousand per piece. Although there's no way it can compare to a rolls-royce umbrella that costs hundred thousand the quality is still very high." Unable to withstand the salesperson's persuasion, she bought the watches, her face was red with embarrassment. She really like the male watch and wanted to give it to her husband. After paying the bill, Jate took the umbrella as Angela carried the bag with the watches. Then, they left the store together. He had a slight smile of amusement on his face while Angela was still blushing. 'why did I buy that couple set? Great, this dummy l is going to tease
'I'm. Dead.' This was the words that run through of Hawk's mind. Jate's voice was apathetic as he called out. "Excuse me, please call the lift." Hawk stiffened in surprise before understanding the request. He ignored the pain of his broken ribs as he struggled to get up and reach out to pressed on the lift button. Several seconds later, the lift arrived and the doors opened slowly. Jate and Angela walked past Hawk, heading into the lift. With their backs facing Hawk, the fear on him vanished. Turning your back on your enemy was the most foolish thing to do as it would be the best opportunity for him to kill the man. "Should I do it? Ah, fuck it!" He knew how cruel and sadistic Randy Brown could be. If he went back to report his failed mission. He would be in a world of pain. So, he might as well to take the risk. Pulling a dagger out from behind his back, he lunged towards, Jate aiming for his heart. Without even looking back, the umbrella in Jate's hand jerked backward. "Whoooos
Sitting on a chair nearby, Randy Brown was smoking a cigarette gracefully. His ten bodyguards were standing in a row behind him. Randy Brown looked at the bloodied body of Rogers and his lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought the man who could crippled my younger brother and eliminate Johnson would be a lot more impressive than this. What an disappointment." Despite the wounds all over his body, Rogers had not lost his fighting spirit. Spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva out, he swore. "You bunch of clowns, you won't get to be so arrogant for much longer. When my boss arrives, he'll wipe the floor with your blood!" Admiration shown in his eyes as he mentioned Jate Woods. Ken, and the others, who were still laying on the floor perked up at the mention of Jate Woods's name. They struggled, to their feet and shouted. "Boss is right! When boss gets here, he'll squash you like the bugs you are!" Randy Brown furrowed his brows slightly, wondering why these men were almost fanatical i
Jate yanked out the chopstick and Snake's dagger fell to the floor with a clatter. Grasping at his bleeding throat, Snake muttered. "Y-you're so strong! T-tell me, how much of your true power did you use to kill me?". Jate's reply was coldly. "One percent!" Snake coupled to the ground with an expression of shocked forever frozen on his face. Randy Brown stared at Jate with astonishment. Snake was one of his family's top killers, yet he was killed within a seconds. Jate said as he turned his piercing gaze on Randy Brown. "I thought I have made it perfectly clear that the Brown family was not to step foot in this city ever again. Get you showed up here so you can say I didn't warn you!" Realizing the implication behind his words, Randy Brown cried out. "You dare to kill me!?" Then, Jate ordered. "Kill this piece of trash!" Putting on a brave front in as terror and impotent fury rage in him, Randy Brown shouted. "I'm Randy Brown, the future heir to the Brown family! Who dares to to
In the span of couple of months, the winston family business had lost several hundred million, which was almost all of their assets. John smiled bitterly as he voiced is thoughts. "Grandma, there's no need to even think about someone is putting pressure on us." Lady Winston roared in anger. "Who would dare to do such a thing?" The oldest grandson answered with a crying face. "Who else but the Brown family? They probably blame us for the death of Randy Brown!" Lady Winston snapped at her grandson as she growled angrily. "I let you handle this matter because I thought you could do it well. Look at what you've done now! You got Lucas Brown's precious son killed! The Winston family is in deep trouble this time!" John gritted his teeth as he beat out. "We can't just stand around and do nothing while the Brown family do this to us!" Frowning at her grandson, Lady Winston asked. "What do you have in mind?" "Grandma, do you know the Clarkson family of the top three powerful families in
At the moment, Lucas Brown had left his home with more than fifty of his best elite fighters, heading straight for Eastblue city in a convoy of black cars. There was only one thing on their minds revenge. News travels fast, especially when it concerned an influential family like the Brown family. Soon, the news that Lucas Brown was on a mission to exterminate the killers of his son reached Jate's ears. Lucas Brown's convoy had only just entered the outskirts of Eastblue city when Jate stop them with his own men tow. Men poured from the convoy of the cars like ants from a disturbed anthill. In less than a minute, a fifty best elite fighters of the Brown family were gathered on the wide empty road. The imposing figure of Lucas Brown appeared in front of the group of men with two other men standing slightly behind him. Lucas Brown stared at the small team of men that stoods across from him with his eagle sharp eyes. The group consisted of Jate Woods, Ricardo Maslow, Rogers Reaggan, and
The next instant, the two assassins dashed toward Jate, flanking him in a pincer movement. Jate snorted as he mocked. "What a bunch of craps!" He lifted his legs and kicked out. With two loud thuds, his feet hit Rock and Shin in the chest. Immediately, blood sprayed from the two assassins mouth as they flew backward like puppets that had their strings cut. They crashed to the ground by Lucas Brown's feet, coughing out one last mouth full of blood with their next fell to the sides limply. They were died in an instant. 'Whta!?" Lucas Brown and all of his fifty best elite fighters were stunned as they stared in disbelief at the corpses. The two merciless killers, who had never been beaten before, we're dead at one kick from Jate Woods? Snapping out of shock, Lucas Brown pulled out a gun and aimed it at Jate. As if he was seeing the latter for the first time, he growled. "Damn you bastard! We would have known you were so strong? Even Rock and Shin wasn't your equals. But then, what is
On a luxury yacht in the middle of the east lake in Eastblue city. Tom Clarkson was having some drinks with John Winston and a few of Eastblue city's prominent figures. At that moment, a man with a shaved head strode towards them. He was tomt Clarkson's right hand man, Tony. As he came close to Tom Clarkson, he bent his head and whispered in his ears. Tom Clarkson furrowed eyebrows as he shouted. "What!?". His shout had gained the other men's attention and they turned to look at him curiously. John Winston asked. "Young Master Clarkson, has something gone wrong?" Seeing no need to hide the truth from them, he told everyone the news he had received. His voice was gloom as he replied. "Lucas Brown had brought his men to Eastblue city to get revenge on Jate Woods for his sons. Unfortunately, he ran into a trouble. He ran into a group of special action unit of the city's emergency department, who were running some exercises from the invaders. With the number of men he had brought with