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"That scum has been trying to edge in on my territory for a while now, testing the limits. I know he answers to a higher authority so I have never paid him any mind but now he has crossed the limit."

Floozk's tone was calm, but the fury beneath was unmistakable.

August stared out the window, rage swirling in his own chest as he recalled Damon's brazen entry into his home. He truly did cross the line.

"So," Floozk continued, breaking August's thoughts, "when you said Damon, I knew it couldn't be anyone else. If he's got your dear one, then he's made this personal for both of us."

August's gaze hardened as he looked back at Floozk. "Then let's get this done."

Floozk's lips twisted into a grim satisfied smile. "Now you're speaking my language, Aleman."

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The atmosphere in the dimly lit nightclub was subdued, the faint thrum of bass reverberating from speakers as a handful of early afternoon patrons lounged at tables or leaned against the bar.

Neon lights flickered over worn leather booths and a dingy dance floor. August pushed through the door with unhurried steps as he scanned the surroundings. Part of his face was still obscured by the scarf wrapped around his neck, casting shadows across his features.

He walked up to one of Damon's men standing by the entrance. "I'm here to see Damon."

The man looked August up and down as his mouth curled into a sneer. "Our boss doesn't see just anyone, especially not someone who looks as rough around the edges as you," he responded while crossing his arms.

August, unfazed, pulled a plain white envelope from his jacket, holding it up between his fingers. "I'm here to return five hundred thousand dollars. I'd assume that's reason enough."

The man's expression shifted. The sneer immediately dropped from his face as he processed the words. He gestured to a second bouncer by the bar. "Keep an eye on him. I'll get the boss."

Moments later, Damon emerged with a twisting expression of amusement and irritation on his face.

"So, you actually my nightclub," Damon voiced while folding his arms as he looked August over. "How exactly did you manage that?" his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

August met Damon's gaze evenly. "Doesn't matter how. What matters is that I have the money, and I'm here to get Sophia back."

Damon let out a mocking chuckle, stepping closer. "Sophia? You think I'll just hand her over because you managed to scrape together some cash? That's cute, August," he sneered. "The thing is, I don't want your money anymore." He leaned in with a low tone. "I've decided she's worth far more than that."

August's eyes flashed with controlled fury as he clenched his fist. "You'll take the money and release her, Damon. That was the deal."

Damon smirked with an unfazed look. "The deal's off, and there's nothing you can do about it."

At that moment, the front door swung open with a resounding creak, and in walked Mr. Floozk, wielding a black bat that casually rested on his shoulder.

The air in the room shifted as whispers and gasps broke out among the patrons. The bartender froze mid-pour as his eyes widened with recognition.

Floozk's mere presence demanded attention. His gaze swept over the room, sharp as steel.

Damon's face paled. He took a small step back as his bravado wilted. "Floozk... I wasn't..."

Floozk smirked as his eyes narrowed as he slowly lowered the bat to the floor.

The tip scraped against the worn tile with a low, grating sound as he stepped forward. "You might want to take back what you just said." He gestured around as more men filtered in through the entrance, filling the room with a foreboding presence.

Some leaned against the walls, others positioned by the exits. A few even lingered outside, completing the encirclement of the club.

Damon swallowed, visibly shaken. His eyes darted between Floozk and August, who now looked back at him with a steely determination.

His voice faltered. "Look, there's...there's no need for this. We can work something out," he stammered, attempting to recover.

"Funny how quickly you change your tune," August said coldly, taking a step closer. "Now that the tables have turned, maybe you'll finally honor our agreement."

Floozk tilted his head while his gaze was fixed on Damon. "Let's talk about what happened to my business the other day."

Damon's bravado wavered. "Look, Floozk, I don't know what you're talking about…"

Floozk's eyes narrowed, as sharp as a knife edge. "One of my warehouses was set ablaze. Hostages were taken, and a few of my men... well, they're not coming back. I saw the security footage, Damon." He gave a chilling smirk. "That black leather jacket, the scar just above your eye...You led the attack. Don't insult me by pretending otherwise."

Damon paled. "I… I was only doing what I was told, okay? It wasn't my call!"

Floozk's face twisted in fury, and his men moved closer, forming an impenetrable wall around Damon.

Damon looked around and barked in desperation. "You may have me surrounded, but Sophia's not here, so August still loses!"

August's fists clenched as he moved forward with a darkened expression. "Where is she?"

Damon sneered, ignoring August's fury. Before anyone could react further, a sudden click from the upper balcony echoed through the room.

One of Damon's goons, standing at the railing above, aimed a pistol at Mr. Floozk.

"Watch out!" August shouted, leaping to shove Floozk out of the line of fire.

A gunshot rang out, sending people diving for cover.

Chaos erupted as Floozk's men moved instantly, drawing their guns and firing back. August pulled Floozk to safety, but the sound of clashing weapons and the yells of fighting men filled the club as Floozk's bodyguards clashed with Damon's gang.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Amidst the commotion, Damon took his chance, pushing through the scattering crowd.

He shoved anyone in his way, drawing his own gun and firing at anyone who dared block his path. Bodies fell, and patrons scrambled for cover while screams mingled with gunfire as Damon made a desperate break for the back exit.

But August wasn't about to let him get away.

Je fought his way through the fray using his fists to outmaneuver Damon's remaining lackeys.

A few well-placed punches sent one thug reeling into a table, and August dodged another's wild swing before delivering a brutal uppercut, knocking the man out cold.

Finally, as he broke through a clearing in the fight, August caught sight of Sophia, bound and frightened, hidden behind some crates.

Damon had clearly tried to use her as a last shield, but as August closed in, Damon abandoned her set on not letting anything deter his escape.

Relief flooded August's face as he knelt beside Sophia, quickly untying her.

"You're safe now," he murmured.

"Auggie..." She hugged him tightly with a look of gratitude.

Floozk, however, was still on the hunt.

His patience for Damon had run out.

"Hand me the sword."

"Here?" August seemed a bit skeptical.

"Yes here!" Flookz yelled.

August let out a low groan before summoning his game interface and swiftly scrolled to inventory.

To everyone else, he was swiping his fingers in mid-air like a madman because only he could see the game interface.

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[System Notification: Would you like to extract Runic Sword to Reality?]

- [YES] × [NO]

Enjoy new adventures from empire

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"Yes," August muttered as his fingers glowed faintly with purplish streaks.