C6 DEVIL AND EVIL

In the ward, the man looked at his phone and his frown deepened. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. His tall height was more than 6’3, had a bull-like strong and macular body, with pronounced cheekbones, a sculpted jawline, an aristocratic nose, and kissable lips. But the best feature of his face was his eyes, his silver-grey eyes which execute the aura of the devil, the alive devil on the earth with the magnificence of an angel. complements his black shining hair even more.

It took him not more than fifteen min to wash himself off and clutch the coat to strut out from the hospital ward.

His every step was full of confidence and screaming his presence as James followed, a group of people in black followed behind. He was tugging his Rolex watch while listening to the schedule recited by James.

Chauffer reached forward to open the door of his black limousine.

"Boss I still advise you to take a rest."

" At least for a day. "

"I am fine."

Iden understood his concern but working was only the way he could move on... without her.

The man was working like a machine day and night without taking a proper nap… less break. Even a machine gives up after some time but the man vowed to defeat it.. god knows what he was up to … He already possesses the authority to be named the wealthiest and the most powerful man.

"Iden, please... let me go … forgive me … give me a last chance... "

"I am… your uncle … your dad's cousin... you know I have a daughter ..what she will do if I am dead…"

The man who called himself his uncle was kneeling on his knee with joined hands begging mercy with his grave voice.

Iden smelled the intoxicating smell of a cigarette before shoving it in his mouth. The smoke came out of his mouth from a cloud and vanished in the air.

Iden slowly kelt to his eye level keeping his forearm on his knee, and looked into his half-dead eyes.

You can take a rest in hell … don’t worry.. your daughter … will be fine …

He smirk.

"Then accept my plea...my last wish …"

Iden raised his brows in amusement but permitted him with a scowl.

"Speak"

"I...I don’t want to die in your hands."

With a chuckle, a loud noise of "thuds" in the air exploded some droplets of blood on the Adonis face of Iden and Uncle dropped his head with blood dripping down from the hole.

Ahh… don’t get it wrong he didn’t kill him.

The tattooed man with long hair tied behind his back.. who was called the most feared mafia shot a bullet directly onto his head sending him off into hell.

"Boss..."

"Uncle John is dead now who will be the leader of the shipment of our arms?

"Jack.."

Iden answered the tattooed man as he strode out. His name was Kaito he was second in command and the world feared him. He was the leader of the mafia but the world did not know the mafia's leader also had a boss.

In the world of white, his name was as white as paper but only the people involved knew who Iden Ruan was.

It's not that he doesn’t like to kill people but the reality was he was not as easy as Kaito. His methods were what even the bosses in the underworld feared.

He was "DEVIL" and his method was"EVIL" in the mask of an angelic face. He was indeed an angel.

But... death...a death angel that everyone prays not to face in their short span of life. This was what Kaito thought when he shot his most trusted man his uncle.

Last night his shipment carrying arms was almost rubbed by his opponents only because of a betrayal of his own most trusted man.

He took the tissue and wiped the blood on his face as he sat in the car.

He wiped his hand slowly. He threw red dabbed tissue. His muscular arms stretched over his head stretching his white shirt displaying his taut biceps. Putting one hand on his eyes he closed his silver eyes. But

his baritone echoed in the silent car.

"Arrange the meeting. "

James replied with"Yes."

...............................

In the meeting room of the most luxurious and tallest building in the bustling city.

"Think again before making a decision Mr Weber. "

James suggested pushing the file towards the old man with an arrogant and mocking smirk on his face that not even Cratos would have after winning the battle.

"I do as I said, I can only sell my shares to the M&D group.

"You should have thought before rejecting my proposal. "

He fisted on the brown wooden table arrogantly.

"Are you sure…

you can sell your share …

even...

now.??"

A manly throaty voice enters before the man.

He smirked settling himself on the boss chair putting his forearms on the wooden table, eyeing the man.

"Wha...what do you mean? "

His eyes fell on the documents James had just pushed. With the old wrinkled hands that were not even in his control forth to pull the file. His eyes lost audacity and his brows creased. He slowly put his hand on his left chest and fell lifeless on the floor.

They had his signature, and his signature on the share transfer documents. Previously they were fighting for a 30% share but the documents hold his 100% including the shares of his partners and the public. The company established by his ancestors transferred in the name of Ruan group Iden Ruan. But how did that happen? When he did exactly sign the documents, the signature was not fake but real. The document was original all the terms and conditions were the same only the percentage of shares changed.

He recalled some days before his son told him he had bought a property in his name, he signed on them without reading. He knew he was a gambler but still trusted him blindly. His thoughts drifted with his last breath.

Iden stood up and flicked his suit with a smirk on his face and spun on his heels to strode away.

"Boss are we attending Mr and Mrs Stone's anniversary party?"

His footstep paused for a second but did not hold him long, he stomped out.

There is not only white and black but one more colour which is grey. Grey was the colour of his eyes. He stood as the king in the underworld an emperor in the business world and a prince in politics.