Chapter 18

The mingling smell of blood and alcohol was thick in

the air inside VIP room number 888 at The Paradise.

The unpleasant odor was stifling.

“Hold it!”

Just as Samuel’s lackeys armed themselves with

anything they could find in the room–wine bottles,

stools, even a fruit knife–to fight Emmanuel, Samuel

called out, halting his men.

His subordinates turned to stare at him, confused by

his command.

Samuel ignored them and instead stared intently at

Emmanuel.

He could tell from Emmanuel’s gaze that the young

man was ready to fight anyone who was in his

death.

way to

The head of the underground circles was not born in

one day. Samuel had fought his way to the top and

once possessed the same gaze as Emmanuel.

He knew it signaled a man who would not even flinch

at the prospect of death. Anyone foolish enough to

confront such a man would suffer a painful end.

Samuel could not help but ask, “Brat, who exactly sent

you here?

He only occupied the project grounds by force

he knew the extent of the

past, Terence Group and Cloud

them to no avail.

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turn the issue into

Samuel’s retaliation.

imagined someone

dare confront him today, and

fighting skills

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to Samuel’s

none of your business. I’ve said my piece.

call off your men from the

will fight you to the bitter

calm it was

room stared at him, agape

had never known anyone to taunt

brazenly without any backup.

at Emmanuel with bright

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most gallant man I’ve

burst into a

An

laughter lasted a good while

replied sneeringly, “What a

would dare to

But young fella, you’re

should know that once

corpse will be floating

tomorrow.”

threat struck fear

crumpled from fear. He sucked in

to calm

hardly joked around, and

good on

“but I do know I have a

up dead, I’ll drag all of you down to

had said.

boast on Emmanuel’s part.

options, in any case. He

to

he failed today, his proud wife

and it would be near impossible

his family home in the

found

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