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Heulwen frantically waved her hand and shouted, “Hey, hey, the man in black. That's right, it’s you. I call you. Come to help me. There are two perverts here who want to mess with me.” The two men looked behind and actually saw a man in a black suit. They snickered and didn't seem worried. If that man dared to go over here and save Heulwen, they would take him down. The two men winked at each other and put their hands on Heulwen's shoulders. The man in the black suit frowned and was about to enter the dark alley. However, he rolled his eyes and stopped abruptly. The sight before his eyes terrified him. Heulwen was running towards him and the other two men had already fainted on the ground.

"Man." The prison block that had been quiet became restless again after Larry barged in. The female prisoners rushed towards Larry. Suddenly, Larry felt countless hands groping his body and even some of the women attempting to rip open his pants. Without warning, a couple of women grabbed his cock and wouldn't let go. Larry's face turned deathly pale with pain for a while. Fortunately, the colleagues from the third squadron swiftly put an end to this farce with their batons. "Bring her out."

And there he was. The no-good bastard himself. Not in the neat pressed uniform of a warden giving orders from a distance, but in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, muscles taut, throat bared, jaw shadowed. His eyes pinned me where I sat, dark and gleaming like he already had me stripped. “Before you what?” he asked softly. “Hit me? Scream? Beg?” I forced a laugh, bitter. “Before I make sure everyone in this place knows their warden sneaks into cells to get his rocks off on prisoners.”

Black whispered, chuckling. Black ordered his men to take him to the room, and then, he followed suit. He laughed, tucking his hands into his pockets, staring at him with malice. "He won’t know what hit him.”

Raven's POV A disruptive uproar accompanied the unknown group of young men as they stepped inside the restaurant. The men, about seven of them, were all arrayed In black pants with tousled and tangled hair framing their shoulders down. The eyes burned with mischievous gleam, showing a commanding aura. Out of the seven young men, another man stood out differently from the rest. He wore a black leather coat with a ragged black skirt that flowed down his waist to his knee.

Kon walked towards the place where three men dressed in black stood with their backs to the door. "Where is he?" He growled at the men. "Halt!" The men ordered in a stern voice. Their eyes were narrowed squarely at Kon. "Where is the damn devil! Tell him to come out here!" Kon growled. He wasn't scared of the men in suits, and neither was he concerned about his actions. All he knew was he wasn't leaving there without meeting the Mafia devil. "How dare you?" The men growled at him. As one, they advanced towards Kon, intent on teaching the rascal a lesson.

“Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh~~~” As Michael's words fell, dozens of men in black appeared around the Ancient Beast Fighting Arena. "What the f*ck. Who are these people?" Seeing a large number of men in black appearing, more than 10,000 onlookers changed their expressions one after another, because these dozens of men in black were all holding AK47s in their hands. The leader’s gaze locked onto the young man’s star soul, and he suddenly waved his hand to issue the order to fire. Tat tat tat tat tat tat –

Three men burst into the room, dressed in black from head to toe, their silhouettes standing out like menacing shadows in the dim light. One of them, more imposing than the others, stood straight as a blade. He wore a black mask that revealed only his eyes—cold, implacable. Raphina, half-lying on the bed, jumped at the noise. His heart began to race, his brain unable to process what was happening. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before one of the men lunged at him.

seated altogether were 9 men ,all in the same black outfit, some young,some middle aged ,and some a bit around their 60's . They were all called Russian most dangerous group of Mafia's , cunning, evil , merciless and cold . A loud footsteps echoed in the passageway and at every sound it made it carried anger and Curiosity along with it . And finally the big door opened up fully revealing a man in his late 60's with a black long hat , and dark glasses on . He had a cigarette buried in his lips ,and smoked aggressively as he walked in . Two hefty men stood behind him all dressed in black outfits looking extremely smart and ready for action at any moment.

I ask. "You can never control the Black Dragons!" One man shouts. Without pausing, one of my men shoots him in the chest. The man falls to the ground, causing the rest to stir. "It appears we have our answer." I reply, standing up. I put my jacket on and get ready to leave. "No! Wait!" The second in command shouts. I turn to look around. The man begins to open his mouth; however, before he has a chance to speak, my men simultaneously fire their guns, hitting all of their members. They all drop to the floor dead.