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In a matter of seconds, chaos continued until only one man remained—the boss. The aged man, trembling with fear, began retracing his steps slowly, desperate to escape. But the lycan followed him relentlessly, moving with a terrifying, majestic determination. The creature halted before him and let out a low, menacing growl. Its eyes, burning red, fixed on the terrified man as it spat in a guttural tone, "Who's the fool now? Me or you?" The boss’s voice wavered as he stammered, "I'm the fool... I'm the biggest fool, please don't kill me."

Not to mention Demon Lord Boss, Clan Elder, even Great Villian, were born with taboos against Tadhg Walter, this guy is too terrifying. A supreme coercion, as easy as turning one's hand, moreover, he is also the proud and arrogant Lunisolar Grand, making people feel that his combat power is terrible, and has not reached the limit. If it is a full-fledged explosion, there is hope to fight the Supreme Second Product, but the other person is only the second-ranked Asura Emperor. Truly unimaginable. "You are not bad, can achieve one more step of creation, Crocodile Swamp, the Dharma Path is open for you!"

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

Truth be told, he was trying to keep their Lord from seeing the hostages because he never wanted to give him a reason to insult them again. The one they’re calling Lord was wearing a golden cloak, with a cape that was so silky Adam dreamt of touching and wearing it. He had never seen his face because his hood was shadowing his features, but he had once seen the gray of his orbs, and he never wished to have another glimpse of it. It was full of emotions, so much so that he ended up forgetting who he was; insanity and pain calling him. It was the worst. “Shadowests, huh!”

He then looks down and says: "I don’t deserve you." I hold his face and make him look at me, but I still see that sorrow in his eyes. I ask: "Why are you saying that? You know how much I want you." I smile to show him even more what I feel. He looks even more devastated when he hears me and says: "Don’t smile like that. I don’t deserve it." I’m starting to get really worried, and he continues: "I did something I’m not proud of."

I asked, He kept crying in pain, “You know it disgusts me to watch you cry... Have you ever thought about how much they suffered… she had three bullets in her chest and here you had only one,” “Please, Don’t kill me,” He cried, “Oh… I will torture you first and then… you will have an ultimate kill,” I smirked, “No…” He groaned, “You don’t wanna die?” I asked, “No,” He replied, I smirked internally looking at his miserable state, “Fine then, tell me who it is!” He began crying louder, “Please, Arthur, I can’t tell you” He sobbed, “Fine..” he cut me off,

her tits popping out a little, she has blue bright eyes with toned skin, Her hair is brunette, silky and long enough I could wrap it around my fist. She couldn't be real, I tried to convince myself yet again she is standing right in front of me as amusement flashed in her eyes. I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I notice she has a tattoo on her left collar bone. It's shaped like a lion with a crown. So she's the leader of the Leoni d'Or. A smirk plastered across my face. Gabriella Sangriento, known as the mafia queen. She's beautiful but dangerous. She's going to be a challenge.

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

And now, he was more powerful than ever. Determined not to give in to despair, Luna stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We won't let you win," she declared, her voice steady. "We will fight until the end." Darius chuckled darkly. "Oh, my dear Luna," he sneered. "You have no idea what you're up against. Prepare to witness true power." With a wave of his hand, Darius summoned a swirling vortex of darkness, engulfing the chamber in its malevolent grip. Luna and her friends felt the oppressive weight of despair descend upon them, their strength draining with each passing moment.

"We came to hear about a very weird incident." Came a voice from within the higher-ups. A tall and slender-looking man walked forward. As expected he was from the Diamond Clan, the biggest rival of the Linya. He was one of the higher-ups from his Clan. "That Evandros Linya is a demon." The man said.