I love to hate you의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 86

It was a tough fight.The basement was unusually overcrowded. No one wanted to miss out on Ring Kong's final fight, especially not with the 'pretty face stranger' involved—as the homeless natives referred to him. The news of Sean confronting Kong had spread like wildfire so much to the entry fee collector's surprise. That night, he'd made more money than he'd ever made in the history of its existence, he was quite a devoted employee: he's been since thirty-five. Now forty-two, single, and searching? Not sure, Strav's excitement was unmatched as he flipped through a stack of bills, outlining the expenditures of his share. He'll finally put his landlord on a door number 38 break, afford a ticket to watch his favorite football team play, get himself a brand-new toaster, and restock his fridge with enough booze to take him through a week or two. Now that sounded like a perfect plan.That very night, Strav had seen faces; ones he'd seen once and never again, ones he'd never seen before, on

Viktor lowered his head. "I want revenge on my family, Sean. And Imperiya being the most powerful mob in Russia says a lot; you can attain anyone in a finger snap. Now, my gain? Is I'm counting on you to help me spot this bastard out from the rooftop. I'll take matters from there once that's done."Sean chuckled."What?""Haven't heard anything so pathetic in a while. Assuming he's advanced in the mob tree, position as experience wise, what could a frail nobody with zero chances of survival do?" Viktor sat silent for a while. "What matters is the gesture. At least I'll die peacefully knowing I unleashed the bottom part of my heart...knowing I tried something.""Hmm. Can you handle a gun?""It's not that complicated.""Let me rephrase it; how good are you at targeting?" Viktor didn't speak. "Thought as much. Proceed." Sean urged in unexplainable annoyance."I must have learned two or three about it by then. What about you? You good with arms?""It's not about me.""I know, but keep in

Sean currently stood nose to nose with one of the Imperiya men in black in the underground battleground. They'd been there for the past five minutes with no talking, no coughing, no shuffling. Just a stoic staring confrontation."You can leave us." A man approached them from a dark bend with slow and steady steps. The kind that left eggshells indifferent when walked upon. His voice was heavy with power and his demeanor stunk of superiority. He said this, and Sean's staring partner instantly walked away, but not without a bow. "Sean Dimitri Vladimir," The man said his name as if he'd known him for ages. If he expected to pull a reaction from the mentioned, he failed big time. The man smirked and nodded his head. "Didn't expect any less from you.""Who are you?" Scrutinizing him, Sean concluded he was no more than fifty-five and no less than forty-five. The ten-year age gap doubt resulted from the wealthy aura he radiated: he looked thoroughly kempt in his hundreds-of-dollars burgundy tu