Cheat Million Love

After finishing his conversation with Monica, Nic waved goodbye and started walking away. But before he got too far, he suddenly turned around, raised his fingers like a gun, and silently aimed his Love shoot at Monica's back.

She flinched, suddenly feeling a strange warmth rush through her chest. Confused, she turned around, cheeks blushing red—but Nic had already walked away, waving casually without saying a word.

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Back at the hospital, Nic walked quickly down the hall. As he reached the room, he spotted the same man from earlier—stepping out of his parents' room, wiping his hands like he'd just done something shady.

The man gave Nic a brief glance before walking off with his men. There was something off about the way they moved—cold, arrogant, and dangerous.

When Nic entered the room, he froze. Kiara was kneeling beside Daniella, gently touching her cheek—her cheek that now had a fresh bruise.

"What happened?!" Nic asked sharply.

Kiara quickly shook her head. "It's nothing, Nic!"

But he wasn't buying it. He turned to his mom. "What did that guy do?"

His mother looked down, avoiding his eyes.

Nic's fists clenched. He turned on his heel, storming toward the door.

"Don't!" Kiara shouted, grabbing his arm tightly. "They're dangerous, Nic! Please!"

Their father spoke up from his hospital bed. "They… they're from the Red Scorpions. A powerful mafia group. If we provoke them, they could ruin us."

Nic yanked his arm away, face dark with anger.

"If you do something stupid again… I won't forgive you," Kiara said shakily behind him.

Standing at the door, Nic paused. Without turning around, he said quietly, "Say what you want. But I won't let anyone trample our family's pride."

The room fell silent. Their mother began to cry softly, overwhelmed and powerless. Their father looked away, guilt heavy on his shoulders. Daniella stood, wanting to chase after Nic. Kiara could only stare at the door, helpless.

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Outside the hospital, Daniella caught up with Nic.

"Nic!" she called.

He stopped and turned. "Yeah, Sis Ella?"

She walked up beside him. "What are you planning to do?"

Nic looked her in the eye. "I'm not going to sit around and do nothing. I love my family. I won't let those people treat us like garbage."

Daniella was silent for a moment, then softly asked, "Does that include me too?"

Nic blinked, caught off guard. He scratched his head awkwardly, a faint blush on his face. "Didn't you say it yourself? We're like family now."

Daniella smiled gently. "Thanks, Nic. But listen to me—your dad said they're mafia. They won't hesitate even against someone your age."

Nic gave her a faint smile. "I know. But a starving tiger is scarier than they'll ever be."

Daniella couldn't argue. She just watched his back as he walked away, her chest tight with worry.

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Nic began preparing for what lay ahead. First, he bought a new phone to help him carry out his plan. Then he headed to an internet café to dig up everything he could on the Red Scorpions.

After hours of research, he learned just how brutal they were. The group controlled all kinds of illegal businesses in the red district. He also recognized the red scorpion tattoo from earlier—the same mark on the hand of the man who had pointed a gun at him.

Nic saved all the data into his system. He knew their base was highly secure. Getting in wouldn't be easy.

While browsing the dark web, he came across a service offering elite hacking skills for hire. One profile stood out—the top-tier option.

Nic smirked. "This could be useful."

Without hesitation, he hired the most expensive hacker listed. But instead of receiving remote support, he got a strange reply: a local address in the outskirts of town.

He frowned. "Weird. Hackers are usually all about anonymity. Why send me an address?"

Still, curiosity and desperation drove him to check it out.

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The address led him to a run-down boarding house. He approached the door of one room and knocked gently.

A moment later, it opened—and Nic blinked in surprise. A short-haired girl with purplish-blue hair and a hoodie stood in the doorway, staring him down with sharp eyes.

"You're probably confused, right?" she said bluntly, pointing at him. "Don't worry. Most people are. Nobody expects the top hacker to be… well, me."

Nic squinted. "You? Aren't you like… the assistant or something?"

She let out a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Always the same reaction." She crossed her arms. "I'm Julia. Number one hacker on that site you visited. Don't believe me? Come see for yourself."

Nic stepped inside. His eyes widened at the sight of the room. Monitors lined the walls, keyboards clicked under glowing fingers, and sticky notes covered in code were plastered everywhere. Electronic components were scattered across the desk.

"Damn," Nic muttered. "Okay, fine. You're the real deal."

Julia spun lazily in her chair. "So what do you need? I don't have time for small talk."

Nic's face turned serious. "I need help finding the Red Scorpions' base—and if possible, getting inside."

Julia, chewing gum, choked suddenly and coughed hard. "Wait—what did you say? The Red Scorpions?!"

Nic nodded firmly. "That's right. It's my business. I just need your help."

She stared at him in disbelief. "You're gonna go there… alone?"

"That's my problem," Nic said simply.

Julia groaned. "You realize they're, like, mafia-mafia, right? Not cosplay gangsters. Even the cops won't mess with them."

"I don't care. I'm doing this."

Julia stared at him a long moment, then finally gave in. "Fine. Your funeral."

She began typing rapidly, accessing encrypted networks and running tracer programs. After a few hours, she pulled up a map.

"Their base is at the docks. Underground, in an old warehouse. Security's tight, but I found a few vulnerabilities. I'll stay in contact through your earpiece and guide you in."

Nic nodded, satisfied. "Perfect. That's all I need."

Before leaving, he pointed his fingers like a gun again and mimed shooting her with Love shoot Because Julia's power is very useful in the future.

Julia blinked. "What the hell was that?"

Nic just grinned. "Practicing my aim. Pretty good, huh?"

Julia shrugged. "Whatever."

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Nic knew he was heading into serious danger. So he geared up—light bulletproof vest, signal jammers, spy gear, and a few surprise tools from a shady black market dealer. With Julia's info, he also found a secret shop that sold discreet weapons and stealth tech.

Back in her tiny room, Julia monitored the mafia hideout through hacked CCTV feeds. She watched the armed guards patrol, the laser sensors around the doors, and the constant movement inside.

Chewing on her gum, she muttered, "Is this guy really planning to walk into that place alone? Even the cops won't touch it…"

She leaned back, still staring at her screens. "Don't die like an idiot, my client."

To be continued...