Bradley Wright Lane, the son of Jacob Lane, who was the richest man alive, woke up from his jacuzzi the next morning with a headache.
"I almost forgot that I have a contract to sign today." He got up and took his bath and did other necessary things before leaving his bathroom.
He went to his dressing room, which was filled with hundreds of some of the world's most expensive clothing brands. He chose one of Louis Vuiton's limited edition suits, which was black, and on his feet was a pair of black mirror shoes made by Herms.
Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime, which cost 31 million USD, was the watch on his wrist. He stood in front of this mirror to examine himself, and to his surprise, he saw that his physique and appearance had changed a little bit. He was more muscular and handsome than last night.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to be more handsome."
He was out of this room and headed to where his driver was waiting for him in a Rolls Royce Boat Tail.
"Good morning, sir." Bradley nodded to his driver and got into the car
"Head to the Paradise Entertainment Plaza." He said to the driver. After that, he closed his eyes to recall the dream he had last night.
He didn't understand why it felt so real.
For about 20 minutes later, the car came to a stop.
He woke up and saw that the car, which was supposed to be at maybe the parking spot of Paradise Entertainment Plaza, was rather in a secluded area, and the car was surrounded by fearsome thugs with weapons in their hands.
He looked at the driver's seat and smiled foolishly. The driver wasn't there.
"So, Mr. Brook choice to be a pawn of my brother?"
Bradley had no choice but to step out of the car.
"Hello, gentlemen. I hope we can sit as grown-ups and settle whatever misunderstanding between us. I assure you that after our talk, you wouldn't need this kind of lifestyle. You'll never be short of money." Bradley tried to take it a cool way since he was sure that he could buy these hooligans' consciousness with his money.
"How old are you, boy?" A burly middle-aged man who was about 7 feet tall came out of the crowd and asked Bradley. He had a tattoo of Tiger on his shoulder, and it wasn't only him. All those present had one, but this guy's own was a grand one showing that he was the boss.
"Just turned 18, Sir." He replied.
"Oh wow! I never thought that there would be another successful kid in LA aside Bradley Lane. I would have spared you if you were him, but unfortunately, you ain't." The boss looked at Bradley with pity
Everyone in the underground world knew that the Lane Family was the most dangerous and powerful force in the world. Nobody in their right sense will dare to harm even a slave of their's.
Unfortunately, this young master was interested in being a public figure or showing his identity as the heir of The Lane Empire, so a handful of people knew him.
"Hey man. I'm Bradley Lane. My dad is Jacob Lane, the business tycoon who owns the Lane Empire." Bradley tried to reveal his identity so that they would spare him, but they they thought that he was just trying to find his way out by fooling them.
"How dare you use the name of the heir of the Lane Empire?
Break every single bone in his body, but don't kill him."
The boss ordered his men.
"Wait, wait. Hey, Brooks, won't you tell them that I'm Bradley Wright Lane?" The driver looked at Bradley and laughed.
"He's lying Tiger. I've been serving him since he was a child. I know almost everything about him, and his real name is Mark Burnham." The driver said
Bradley couldn't believe that Brooks could betray him like that.
"Go brake his bones!."
Bradley closed his eyes when he saw the thugs rushing towards him with metal pipes and baseball bat.
"I wished I was like the cultivators in the Immortal Realm with a Martial Spirit." He thought to himself.
[Ding]
[Host has finally reached the required mental state to begin his journey to the peak]
[Relax Bradley. Let Justin's memories take control.]
Bradley, whose head was about to be striked by a metal pipe, didn't have time to be shocked by the voice he heard in his head. He closed his eyes and allowed Justin's memories to take over.
"Mountain Breaking Fist!!!"
"Boom!!" The thug who was about to hit Bradley's head with the pipe felt all his intestine and bone were mashed into meat paste when Bradley's punch reached him.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Tiger and his minions were shocked to their core.
Bradley looked at his fist and gave an evil grin.
"So it was all real. Hahaha, I can't wait to wip your asses. Come on!!"
"Tryant Beast Fighting Technique!!"
"Bang! bang!! boom! boom!! slap!!."
With every move he made or every step he took, a broke body will fall down.
The thugs cried like children whenever the distance between Bradley and them shortened.
Within a span of 5 minutes, almost two-thirds of the gang were knocked unconscious by Bradley.
"Hero! Please spare me and my subordinates. We will pledge our alliance to you and will become my minions. Please spare us." Tiger, who was someone who respected strength, knew that ten of him will still find it hard to defeat Bradley hurriedly surrendered.
Bradley thought for a while and smiled.
"Okay, I will spare you if only you cripple this guy." He pointed at Brooks, who was pale of life after he was what just took place.
Tiger went to his side and twisted Brooks' neck.
"Hey, I told you to crippled him not to kill him." Bradley, out of shock, said.
"That is what I did, boss. I crippled his neck."
Bradley stared at this freak and shook his head
"Okay, follow me to a place." He said.