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But I held myself back because it was still Mutiny in control and I would never do anything to betray Faith. ### "Stop laughing, will you?" I growled, and it made Mutiny roar with laughter even louder. "Geez, I don't look that funny." "It is funny!" she objected. "The king of the underworld with a shoulder sling! You look like a troubled teenager." I frowned and turned to Denver."Do I look funny?" "No comments," he curtly said. "Denver!" I whined. "Don't betray me." "I'm staying quiet because I don't want to betray you," he responded.

Mane looked dissatisfied as he grumbled. “Easy steps kid,” Dan’s figure flashed as he disappeared from his former position and reappeared right next to Mane. He ruffled Mane’s golden hair with a small grin on his face as Mane tried to get the man off him. Mane was tall, but Dan had the physique of a hulk. So Mane still looked like a kid before the giant man. After several dozens of seconds Mane was able to pull himself free.

Amidst the crowd was an old man in his sixties. Yet, his physique was still overbearing and sturdy. With strong eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. All in all, this old man gave off the impression of prestige and dignity. At first glance, this man somewhat resembled the character of Magneto from Marvel comics. In terms of his appearance, he shared a high similarity to the character. This man was none other than Andusk Dragoon, the Grand Elder of Six Doors.

This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld. Macho lowered his massive frame onto the chair opposite Sabastine. His piercing eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, sized up Sabastine, evaluating him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Sabastine met his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What's brought you here, and what do I owe you?" Macho's voice rumbled, a low and gravelly timbre that resonated within the confines of the prison visitation room.

He screams looking down at me. That’s it, my rage takes over me. I stand up and slap him right across the face. He pins me to the wall, gripping my wrists tightly. “Don’t forget who I am, Amber,” he says tightening his grip by moving my hands over my head, “Or what I am capable of.” I quiver as clips of the night I first saw him and the night he took on over five men played through my mind. He lets go of me, and I change back into my own clothes. He rides me back to the hotel.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

I was curious more than ever to find out what he had sent Jade to tell me. Alexander held my hand as he made us walk out on Maximilian whose demonic smile had not faded. “Who is that?”, I asked, as Alexander led me to the floor to dance. “Maximilian. My number one enemy”, Alexander declared.

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.

A grimace appeared on Alpha Black's face, further terrorizing the people near him who had come to greet him. _Who is Mr. Fantastic?_ growled Mr. Wolf. The man and the animal were so furious that the wolf's growls came out of Black's throat. "Pardon, I know, I'm acting like a teenager, but...he's just perfect. I saw him shirtless the other day and... oh la la! I can still see his muscles under his clothes." "_Oh_," the man and the wolf nodded. A shy smile played on Black's lips. A man saw him and pissed himself in panic.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.