The Man With The Iron Fist 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt. As for Susan, the gentle facade had long since vanished. What remained was a woman on the verge of hysteria. "They fight almost every day. Susan yells at Harold for being useless, and the two of them are constantly at each other's throats. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs have filed multiple complaints." My expression remained unchanged. I couldn't help but wonder if Harold's downfall was, at least in part, a form of silent revenge against Susan. Honestly, even if he left with nothing, he should have been able to make a comeback given his skills.

I screamed, charging toward Amon's men. The glass cut through the air drawing a savage red line across one of his men's throats. Blood poured out, and his eyes instantly rolled in the back of his head. I was sure he was dead, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I raced toward him and plunged the glass into the man's heart. I screamed with bloodthirsty eyes as I ripped the man's heart out with my bare hands and bit into it. Viktor had one of Amon's men pinned to the floor and jabbed the stake in his heart. Then, he looked up at me with a giant smirk.

But he wouldn't humor this idiot. " what does first brother's person have to do with you?" " hey, don't say that. I'm in charge of him now. " second brother, find out for me." And have your people move him to a single ward." " let's understand his situation." Ivan said as he rolled a pen between his fingers. " Are you ordering me?" Guston raised his brow. " first brother's orders." Ivan said. " or else, B city. " he added. I'll tell Leon to make you stay there for a year." Guston said.

Even the weight of the situation felt suffocating, leaving me desperate for clarity and answers that seemed just out of reach. Who was the man I had been with? Why did his scent seem so familiar to Nathan? But more importantly, how could he look so much like him?

It hit the wall and shattered, scattering into a heap of twisted metal and glass. The vile voices on the other end went abruptly silent. The study plunged back into stillness. Will lifted his head slowly. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fury burning in them could have set the world aflame.

“What happened to Jade is very tragic. Well not to me, but to you. The reason I killed her cannot be said to you, but to me she deserved it. Maybe when you understand the Mafia world better, I will tell you about it.” “I don't want to know about the Mafia world”, I said as tears continued to pour down my face. “Oh but you will know soon. You and I are getting married. You had better find what to do with your little boy Ryan that you think you have a perfect love life with because when we get married, you're not allowed to have sex with him any longer or he dies. Like you said, I may not be faithful, but you sure will not have a choice because all your sexual partners except me will die. Well

His body had been refined to the peak, and it was a terrifying sight. "Move!" Chase commanded. "You're asking for death!" Iron's eyes gleamed coldly as he swung his fist, crashing down like a mountain collapsing. The impact of their collision shook the air with a thunderous boom, reverberating through the room and forcing everyone to cover their ears. Iron stumbled back a few steps, his face flushed as his blood churned within him. A low growl rumbled from his throat. "Who the hell are you?" "You don't need to know."

“You won’t escape me.” Danial clenched his fists, his breathing steady despite the rising panic in his chest. Realizing there was no other option, he decided to take the offensive. If he was going down, he’d make sure to leave a mark. He activated his Iron Fist Technique, his arms glowing with a bronze hue as the metallic sheen spread across his skin. At the same time, he flowed into the Water Flowing Technique, his movements becoming fluid and swift as he launched himself toward his opponent.

His chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound like a challenge. “This is all real nice, Miller,” Iron Fist boomed, gesturing at the glowing screens. His voice was gravel. “Real clean. Got my own locker. Got a piece of paper that says I get ‘vacation days’.” He spat the last two words as if they were poison. “But me and my boys… we ain’t button-pushers. We ain’t accountants.” He glared at Ben, who visibly flinched and took a half-step behind Jack.

The hand reached for him and clutched his neck so tightly that he felt all the air he had inhaled being forced out! “It seems that you cannot handle my rage,” Mane stated, his voice contrary to the fire that surrounded his frame. For his voice was cold and unfeeling. Once his hand touched Number 2 the man’s figure was engulfed in flame and lightning, and the man who was so mad that he charged in gallantly earlier, screamed in terror and pain as his body was reduced to nothing but ash in less than a few seconds. “Ahhhh!”