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

because he knew the extent of the company’s power.

Group

oust them to no

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turn the issue into a

Samuel’s retaliation.

someone

today, and

fighting skills to boot.

3/7

of replying to Samuel’s question,

of your business. I’ve

your men

will fight you to the

it was positively

in the room stared at

known anyone to taunt Samuel sq

without any

at Emmanuel with bright

18 A Worthy

the most gallant man I’ve

into a

An

lasted a good while

“What a surprise! To

in Yeringham would dare to

me! But young

that once I

corpse will be floating

tomorrow.”

fear within Sheldon,

He sucked in

calm himself down.

around, and he would surely.

on

I do know I have a goal

up dead, I’ll drag all of you down to h*ll with

meant every word he had said.

Emmanuel’s part.

in any case. He needed to

to meet

failed today, his proud

and it would be

family home in

and Emmanuel found themselves engaged

The older man

fighting and knew he could not afford

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