Cheat Million Love

Nic stepped out of the taxi at the harbor, his face obscured behind a mask, dark sunglasses, and a hoodie pulled low. He paid the fare and slipped into the shadows, then tapped the earpiece in his ear.

"Go straight, then turn right. There's a small door near a blue container. Don't do anything stupid," Julia's voice instructed, calm but firm.

Nic followed the directions, moving quietly toward the back area of the warehouse. Just as he reached the door, he noticed a man smoking nearby.

"He's got the access key," Julia whispered. "But don't cause a scene."

Nic approached the man casually, pretending to ask for directions. The man scowled and waved him off.

"Get lost, kid! You have no idea where you're standing!"

Nic kept up the act, asking more and more questions until the man's patience wore thin. Then, in one swift move, Nic grabbed the man's head and slammed it into his knee with a crunch. As the man fell, Nic knocked him out with a precise hit to the neck.

"Not bad," Julia muttered, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Nic snatched the key and access card, unlocked the small door, and slipped inside. Moving carefully, he activated a signal jammer and began taking down Red Scorpion's guards one by one in total silence. It was exhausting—but manageable.

Until everything changed.

"Wait—watch out!" Julia's voice spiked with urgency. "A big guy's heading your way!"

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The large steel door creaked open. A massive man covered in tattoos stepped through, his eyes cold and unreadable.

"Well, what do we have here? An intruder?" he growled. Without waiting for an answer, he lunged, grabbing Nic and slamming him hard into the ground. Nic gasped in pain, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The brute pressed his boot into Nic's ribs and gripped his head tightly. "You're probably with another gang. Too bad—you're dying here."

Julia watched helplessly from her monitor. "Run! You can't beat him! Get out of there!" she shouted.

But Nic didn't move. The man raised Nic's head, ready to smash it into the floor. At the last second, Nic pulled a hidden blade from under his hoodie and stabbed the man in the side.

"Nice," the brute chuckled, holding his bleeding side. "You use weapons? Then don't blame me for what's next."

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Nic stood up, bloodied and shaking, but his eyes burned with fury. Then he laughed—a low, twisted laugh that sent chills down Julia's spine.

"I've never let anyone hurt my family like that," he muttered. "And I'm supposed to die here? That's hilarious."

He activated his God of Lust > Kill skill, releasing a deadly aura that instantly made the brute's smile disappear. Nic struck first, unleashing a flurry of rapid punches. The man tried to block but couldn't keep up. Nic kicked him square in the jaw, knocking him back.

They clashed brutally—until a new voice cut through the fight.

"Enough," said a commanding tone.

Nic turned to see the same smug face he remembered from the hospital—the boss of Red Scorpion, now pointing a pistol at him.

"What'll your sweet little family do when you're dead, huh?" the man mocked.

Nic lunged to deflect the gun, but—

"BANG!"

A shot rang out. Nic stumbled back, clutching his bleeding leg. One of the henchmen had fired. Still, Nic didn't fall. His lightweight bulletproof vest had taken most of the hits—but not all.

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Cornered and bleeding, Nic faced a choice: live or die. The word "kill" echoed in his head. Was this really what he wanted?

But then he saw that arrogant smirk on the mafia boss's face—and something inside him snapped.

Nic drew his hidden pistol and opened fire.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

He unloaded every bullet, hitting the boss and several guards. Nic moved like a shadow, dodging incoming shots and returning fire. His enemies fell one after another, screams echoing through the underground hideout.

He was hit multiple times, but the armor held. The warehouse reeked of blood.

Eventually, the fight ended. Only Nic remained standing, drenched in red. He slumped to the ground, breathing hard. One thought echoed in his mind:

"I'm a killer now."

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From her room, Julia stared at the monitors, stunned and speechless. Her hands trembled.

"This is insane," she whispered, covering her mouth.

Red Scorpion—gone, because they underestimated Nic.

Nic limped deeper into the hideout, leaving a trail of blood. He forced open the door to the boss's office, its hinges screaming. Inside, he collapsed into a worn-out chair, staring at his blood-soaked hands.

"Julia... you there?" he muttered weakly.

Julia, still glued to her screens, replied in a shaken voice, "Yeah... I'm here."

"Copy all the data from their systems," he said flatly. "Not that it matters. They're all dead anyway."

"I got everything," Julia answered. "But... are you sure you want me to report this to the cops? You'll be arrested."

Nic let out a dry laugh. "And what? I've killed them all. Do I even have a choice?"

Julia paused, overwhelmed by the surge of emotions stirring inside her since Nic shot her with the Love Shoot. Her feelings had shifted. She didn't know why—but she couldn't turn him in.

Instead, she called a detective she trusted—Charlotte. Someone who could handle this quietly.

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Charlotte arrived at the port with a small team. She ordered them to stay outside and entered alone. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped into the aftermath—dozens of bodies, blood spattered across the walls and floor.

She reached the office and found Nic, still sitting, still bleeding, still staring.

"You must be Nic. I'm Charlotte, a friend of Julia's. I'm here to keep this off the police radar. But first... are you okay?"

Nic slowly lifted his head. "Am I going to prison?"

Charlotte studied him. "You should. But we can spin this. You took down one of the most dangerous gangs in the city. People might see you as a hero."

Nic gave a hollow smile, then raised his hand and fired a Love Shoot at her without warning. Charlotte stood still, confused, feeling something shift in her chest.

"...?"

Clearing her throat, she composed herself and ordered her team to extract Nic discreetly. They patched him up and smuggled him out. Charlotte then made a call, telling the police this was a result of mafia warfare—just a turf war gone bloody.

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News of Red Scorpion's destruction spread fast. TV reports showed the wrecked hideout and the dead bodies of their top brass. Speculation ran wild: rival gangs? A hired assassin?

At the hospital, Nic's family breathed a sigh of relief. But Kiara watched the news with a heavy heart. She remembered how Nic once wiped out the Deathly gang. Was it happening again?

Driven by instinct, she rushed to the inn where she believed Nic was staying.

She arrived and saw him, sitting on his bed, bandaging a bullet wound in his leg.

"Nic... was this you?" she asked quietly. "Did you kill them?"

Nic didn't respond.

"Answer me! Did you kill them?!" Kiara's voice trembled.

Still no answer. She turned away, whispering as she left, "My little brother... a killer...?"

Inside the room, Nic exhaled heavily. "I shouldn't have come back," he muttered.

Then he remembered Charlotte's last words to him before kicking him out—something about being safe, yet sounding jealous and strangely emotional. Her rejection echoed in his mind.

He grabbed his hair in frustration, feeling like the world he had built was cracking apart around him.

To be continued...