The maiden quickly stood up from her seat and hurried to the door of the luxurious private jet and to her surprise it was already open. She went out and from the end of the jet's stairway, the gorgeous hunk in his fitted black shirt wearing a huge cloak looking so hot and handsome in his hair sexily slick back gently stirred by the night's zephyr wind. A pair of emerald orbs staring deeply at her greeted her. His both hands thrust into his pocket while taking a step forward towards her. "Mort!" With tears clouding her face vision, Sumire scream out his name in delight and hurried off the jet. The maiden seemed to be floating in the air as she descended the stairs.When she reached the last step, Sumire immediately threw herself at Mort not minding if she would be injured in her reckless action. She is losing her cool when she sees the hunk in the place. He hugs her so tightly. Time seemed to stop ticking. Everything around them fades away. Along her wail, as he stands massively tall,

Mort and Klauss got back to the island, two choppers landed at the heliport. Klauss ordered the men in black suits to take all the stuff out of the chopper that his Boss was shopping for at the mall. Mort's strides were big, entered the villa and headed straight to the bedroom. He saw the maiden still sleeping soundly in his bed hugging the pillow.He returned to the living room and found Klauss there arranging the stuff he bought for the maiden at the mall. Teddy bears and plushies are all placed on the sofa. When their Boss' order was accomplished, the men immediately returned to the chopper and Mort met them there."You are in charge of the company. Come back here after a week." Hands thrust on his pocket, Mort said and Klauss nodded at him."If there's anything you need, just give me a call, Boss." Klauss then turn his back and got on and started the chopper's engine. They all leave at once and Mort set his eyes on the choppers away at the island and flies back to the Brethren cit

Hours ago before the five buildings in the city exploded, a meeting was held at the main base of the Oddesseaus Base with five of the biggest clans in the Underground. The Crane, Pyro, Hydra, Dufus, and Pierce. These clans have connections from all over the world, whether on the Underground or the surface. The ominous aura dominates the corners of the room. Sitting on the long round glassed table where the five clan leaders personally attended the meeting after knowing they will cross the most powerful clan in the Mafia world, the Aslanovs. And now they join forces. It's been decades since they attempt to eliminate the entire Aslanovs but they have never succeeded. Now that they have prepared their successors and found out the Aslanovs' relationship with Mort is not on good terms, they've come to conclude this is the best opportunity to wage war with them. They know that no one will help the Aslanovs as they have never had a good connection with other Mafia Leaders, especially the ne

Men were snarling and squealing as the ground became greasy with gore. Weapons were clanging and clangorous under the seething, spite-filled sky. It was the third day since the Oddesseau's camps began to attack along with the five mafia leaders and now penetrating the heart of Brethren city. A number of men were dispersed to hunt down and kill anyone who belong to the Aslanovs but their group failed to overthrow the clan, especially Mort. They could not find even the glint of his shadow.Not only is the bloody massacre taking place in the Underground but the war has also affected the surface world. The men of the five mafia leaders begin to sow terror. They killed elder ones, raped women, and brutally tortured men they saw on the road for no reason. They have been wreaking mayhem in the city, burning down buildings and establishments, bombed every street and alley. With every passing minute, many people were lying dead on the road. Hundreds of civilians have been massacred mercilessly

"We've done everything according to your command," Narco said with a smile as Vladimir raised an eyebrow. A deafening silence reigned as the cold course of wind passes between them. They are inside the office. Vladimir cast a skeptical look on the young man. It seems that Narco knows something about Mort's weapon under his possession right now. Even before he had asked, his instinct told him Narco cannot be easily fooled. If the young man does know something about the weapon, that only means one thing, Vladimir will have a hard time asking him and getting a straight answer. The same goes for Lyric. 'Damn it!' Vladimir loudly curses in his mind."Sit down first." He commanded, Lyric and Narco quickly seated. Vladimir, on the other hand, sat on the swivel chair near the humungous open glass wall of the building where the cold air came in, gently blowing his hair."If I push you off there, everything will be over." Wearing a rigid face, Narco suddenly utter out loud what was supposed t