The Immortal Project Novels & Stories

"Don Santo," the security team members greet me in unison. I massaged my temples as the pungent smell of cheap perfumes, the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, and the lively music hit me hard. "Santo is enough. The Don is Elio. I've only taken over his job on an interim basis," I answer coldly. Cazzo. A young woman, completely drunk, has just tried to get past the protective screen formed by my guards. "You're here!" she says with a falsely delighted look.

"It's no use, it's no use, no use! With Senior Brother standing guard here, you want to escape? Dream on!" "Exactly. With Senior Brother here, you're bound to die here today." "Quickly, suppress it! Don't give it any chance to turn the tables!" "Okay! Let's go together!" These disciples of the Immortal Realm were extremely aggressive, and they could be said to be confident in their ability to crush this beast. The immortal beast was furious. It originally thought that it would be able to escape unscathed this time, never expecting that the other party would come here, fully prepared!