Life at the Top

Henry had the cigarette between his lips as he looked at Howard.

Howard chuckled at Henry and said, “Henry, the wind’s pretty strong. Use mine…”

Henry nodded and said while feeling deeply moved, “From now on, you’ll be my second brother.”

One did not need to think to know who the first one was. Henry moved over to light the cigarette before taking a long drag. He had the cigarette between his fingers as he tilted his head to look at Fabian.

“Atticus, you’re such a badass, but are you afraid of death?”

Fabian’s heart skipped a beat when Henry looked at him. He immediately felt that something was not right. The matter did not develop as he had expected.

Before Fabian could think it through, Henry flicked the lit cigarette butt in his hand away.

The orange and red cigarette butt flew in the cold wind of the night. Then, it spun and flew toward the villa. The entrance of the villa was covered with the doused gasoline.

Fabian’s pupils contracted to

felt in the past thirty years of his life, “Henry, how dare

am a brainless second-generation and I’m a simple hedonist. I can’t do anything well but I am the best

I can afford

my name, and I stand by my actions. My name is Henry Law! Today,

attention was on that cigarette butt that had fallen on the ground.

It was too fast.

so fast that Fabian did

but his legs felt as if they were filled with

charging toward him regardless of the

“Mr. Atticus, run!”

hear his bodyguards’ screams of terror. Fabian felt as if

was in mid-air, Fabian saw a glimpse of Henry’s maniacal

legs were not filled with lead, but he was so scared that he was unable to