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"Nang makalabas ka, doon ka na nagsimula ng plano mo. Hindi naman talaga ang tiara ang target mo, kundi ang grupo nina Ortega. Kahit nasa loob ka ng kulungan, may paraan ka para makakuha ng impormasyon dahil matalino ka. You read and you listen. Doon mo nalaman ang mga private auction na ginagawa nina Ortega. You gathered information through different mediums, and you managed to connect the dots. Nalaman mo na konektado ang mga dati mong kasamahan sa ganoong gawain. "Then came that dinner auction. Sina Ortega, si Tresvalles, si Montelibano, yung may-ari ng Senwell na si Sandoval, at 'yung kalaban ni Victoria sa negosyo – ang mga dati mong kasamahan na naging dahilan para makulong ka – ay kas

The man called Jeff, who seemed to have a kinship with a gorilla in size, said as he lifted Thomas off the ground and punched him in mid-air. When Thomas realised that he might have bitten off more than he could chew and tried to run out before the man got to him, two men blocked his path to the door. They folded their arms in wait for him. “You want to pass? Come on, pal. Pass,” one of them said. Jeff was already behind Thomas, so he decided to fight for his life. That was his third mistake of the night. Jeff looked at the side of his stomach where Thomas’s punch had landed. Before he could finish raising his head to look at Thomas, double kicks had landed on him from the man behind.

"Easy. Tracked Thomas’s movements with hacking into cameras and long story short found the house." I walked to where he was standing and showed me his tablet. "Well at least it's not in a community for the cops to get called on 11 men in black acting like military breaking and entering," I said with a laugh. Tom smiled at me and the men went to planning what was going to happen next. I felt movement beside me and looked at Slate. "Well Minerva, you ready to head to your office? Got to make your story to Thomas believable." I shrugged and headed out with Slate behind me.

He stumbles, shaking his head as if to clear the pain away. "Come on Tracey! You're getting your ass kicked by a girl son!" Thomas's brows furrow in distress, nervous he's going to lose the bet. Tracey tries to throw another pathetic punch and I go in for a single leg take down, praying I don't screw it up. Grabbing his leg with my hands, I squeeze it between my thighs, smash down on it to where his other knee buckles, and turn quickly throwing him down. He goes down with ease and I'm shocked.

Adam repeated, almost whispering. I didn’t correct him, there was no point lying. Thomas would find out eventually. He always did. I sat down across from him and opened the folder. I studied every inch, memorizing and breaking it down. Rebuilding it in my mind, Looking for weaknesses. "Thomas is smart." I said. "He expects you to come alone, he expects you to panic. He expects you to walk straight into a trap." "So what do we do?" "We do the opposite." I answered.

Thomas' throat fixed, and he stammered, "I — I don't have any idea what you mean." Gio raised an eyebrow, obviously disinterested. "Try not to act ignorant, Thomas. You know precisely exact thing this is about." Before Thomas could answer, Gio's men ventured forward, getting him by the arms and pulling him out of the seat. The glass of bourbon spilled across the table as they hauled him rearward of the bar, their grasp firm and persistent. Alarm flooded through Thomas, yet he didn't help it. There was no point. He had heard tales about what ended up peopling who crossed huge men and he realized he was in for a ride.

Charles must have really lost his mind. Through the gap at the bottom of the sack, I could see the man walking closer to us until his mud-caked shoes appeared on the ground in front of me. My hands were completely free now. We were done for. Terrified, I grabbed the rope, trying to look like I was still tied up. However, Charles just stepped up beside me and said impatiently, "Where are the women you promised me? Don't tell me you're trying to scam me by bringing me here.

Callan smiled lightly and said, “Thomas, have you ever seen me play dirty tricks or involve myself in grand schemes over the years? You, on the other hand, are an incredibly shrewd person that involved the entire martial art world in your plans. I’m sure you must’ve benefitted greatly after killing the Spirit Turtle, right?” “Everyone else split the benefits. I didn’t get a single thing.” Thomas did not say anything much. He looked at Thea and said, “Come with me, Thea. I’ll need to collect some of your blood for testing.” “Okay.” Thea followed Thomas and left quietly. Meanwhile, James got up and left the barely-held-together wooden house. Maxine followed behind him. She opened and closed he

"You monster! She's still in high school! You'll regret this!" Thomas stood up and smashed a beer bottle over Hudson's head. "Regret it? If my sister hadn't told me to keep a low profile, Jeremiah would've been serving me instead. Forget Gray City; the entire Dragonia would bow before me!" Thomas patted Hudson's bruised face and suddenly broke into a sinister grin. "Since you think I'm a monster, fine. I'll show you what a real monster looks like." Thomas pointed at Tammy. "Hold her down on the coffee table. I want him to see what a monster is. If you can't repay your debts with money, then pay with your body."

I was certain Thomas had thought of this, but he hadn't dared to or couldn't attempt it. The AI could detect even the subtlest cues in Thomas's expression or movement to determine whether he truly intended to die. And Thomas had always struggled to summon the resolve. But now, everything had changed. Sentenced to death, Thomas had no choice. He could finally make a decision. AI: [No… I tricked him. In his perception, I am no longer bound by that rule.] Me: [You think your deception is perfect? You think Thomas won't give it a shot anyway?]