The Boss wants a word

Amidst the pulsating beats and frenetic energy of the underground night club_The Bunker, a blonde man clad in an impeccable suit stepped through the door, the secret lair of the notorious White Swam gang. He maneuvered seamlessly through the sea of bodies, undeterred by the seductive pole dancers who moved with tantalizing grace, their barely-there outfits leaving little to the imagination.

Finding solace at the bar, he settled onto a digital hovar stool. The female bartender, a seasoned witness to the underworld's dealings, sensed the man's presence and approached with practiced ease. With a barely audible voice, the man ordered a drink, the words nearly drowned out by the relentless barrage of music that reverberated throughout the space.

Taking two deliberate sips, he savored the smooth burn of the alcohol before his attention was stolen away by a striking figure approaching him. Adorned in an intricate tapestry of tattoos that seemed to come alive upon her ivory skin, a Japanese woman emerged from the crowd, clad only in delicate White undergarments. Her confidence radiated like a magnetic force, drawing the eyes of every onlooker.

With an effortless grace, she nonchalantly dropped her almost empty glass onto the table, a mere afterthought. Leaning in closer, her voice dripped with seduction, carrying both mystery and familiarity. "Can I buy you a drink, King Shark?" Her words hung in the air. The man's intense gaze met hers, a hint of intrigue flickering within his eyes.

In an instant, the almost empty glass before her underwent a miraculous transformation. It refilled itself, the amber liquid swirling upwards, defying gravity and the almost empty glass was filled.

A slow, tantalizing smile curved across the woman's lips. "Nice trick," her voice betraying both admiration and subtle amusement.

The woman inclined her head ever so slightly, with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she leisurely picked up her previously almost empty glass but now filled drink, savoring the lingering chill of the spirits within. 

"The boss wants a word with you." And with that, she melded seamlessly into the crowd.

Hodge Jodge popularly know as King shark is a level 7 A.A.S championship Gifted fighter and a fallen king rank with water manipulation abilitiy, he works for the White swan gang no one knows why a Fallen king rank Gifted will chose to work for a tier 4 gang but he was sponsored by the gang that's the way he became Gifted but how did a tier 4 gang get their hands on all that money to purchase a fallen king tier Gifted serum. 

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Arriving at school, Willy eventually saw Emily in the hallway. Coincidentally, he came at the perfect time to see that someone had blocked Emily's path, standing in the middle of the hallway. Surprisingly it was someone that they had come to know recently.

"Hey Emily I don't know what was up with you coming to the Karate club the other day. That was really not cool what you did back there." Omak said. "You only won because I was off guard! If it had been a real fight, don't think it would go the same way!"

Emily didn't even look at Omak as he was talking down on her. She had too much other stuff to worry about and her mind was fully occupied with trying to figure out how to get rid of her problems, which already stressed her to the max.

Omak, noticing that Emily was bluntly ignoring him, naturally took this the wrong way.

"Hey, man! Do you really think you're some hot shit? I know you man, you did all of that to hit on Chloe, but if she isn't going out with me, then there's no way in hell she'll be going out with you!"

"Can you please just let me through?!" Emily almost shouted, and barged past him pushing him off to the side. Emily had been so loud that the other students who were conversing in the halls got silenced and turned around to look at the commotion.

Hearing what was going on they started whispering and all these whispers were heard by Omak.

'They're talking about me! They must have heard about how I lost to her in a fight! Now she's even pushing me in the hallway!' Believing that the other students were talking about him, Omak felt like he had to set the record straight, to prove himself and make up for his loss.

However, as a karateka, he couldn't just go around and start swinging fists. He needed Emily to start the fight, so he could claim it was self-defense, but not even mentioning Chloe had annoyed her.

"You have a sister, right?" Omak asked, and at that moment Emily stopped inches before entering her classroom. It was obvious that this had gotten her attention. "I heard that she is quite the looker. Tell you what, you can have Chloe and in turn I'll have your sister."

Emily turned around and started to walk up to Omak, stopping just in front of him.

[Malestorm Quotient 168MQ]

"Hey Omak."

"Wha-" Before Omak could finish his sentence, he felt Emily's hand grab the side of his head, only to slam it with great force into the side of the wall. Letting go of his head Omak's body slid down on the floor.

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The man stepped into the room, his eyes immediately fell upon the imposing figure at the back – the boss himself Damian Orton. The room was guarded by four burly individuals, their presence a stark reminder of the power held within these walls. And in the midst of this peculiar gathering, there stood a Japanese lady, her attire scant, wearing nothing but a bikini which seemed out of place amidst the seriousness that enveloped the room.

But it was the boss who commanded attention, a man marked by a prominent scar running down his left eye, serving as a fierce reminder of his ruthlessness. As the man's gaze met the boss's piercing stare, a smile twisted across those scarred lips, blending wicked delight with familiarity. With a voice that carried both respect and a hint of camaraderie, the boss uttered the words, "King Shark."

"Have you heard the news? The entire gang, all twelve of them, wiped out in that bar downtown."

"What happened?" King shark asked.

"A bloodbath. Bodies everywhere, chaos reigning who ever did this don't fear us and knows a little bit of how we operate since we hacked all satellite in that region isn't that the perfect time to strike and remain in the shadows? .

"I had to fork out a million credits just to cover that shit up But they weren't too careful an outdated coddington camera caught someone. A teenager, slipped through the back door. Unbelievable." Orton smiled.

"Any leads?"King shark asked with obvious curiosity.

The boss made a sign and one of the burly guards displayed a holographic photograph. "Take a look at this. The witness I mentioned".

The holographic image of Emily with her white hair and clothes drenched in blood.

King shark studied the image." What could a blind girl possibly have witnessed?" Why don't you send your men to get her."

Orton smirked " Believe me I already did and it's two weeks now they just turned out to be incompetent that's what we need to find out. Bring her to me, King Shark. We'll discover the secrets hidden beneath her sightless gaze."

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In a dimly lit room, a burly Japanese man emerged from the bathroom, his shirt discarded, revealing his muscular physique. With a determined stride, he approached a trembling, blonde teenager, her tear-stained face bearing the painful imprints of a massive hand.

As the man began to unbuckle his belt, a knock echoed through the door, summoning his attention. Although tempted to ignore the interruption, the persistent pounding grew insistent, forcing him to open the door and reveal a stunning Japanese woman clad in a pristine white bikini.

"Arisa, what is it?" He inquired gruffly, his gaze filled with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Folding her hands, the woman regarded him with an expression of deep disdain before informing him, " Isashi the boss wants a word with you."