The black Rolls-Royce roared to life, and the door swung open as someone climbed inside. The window rolled down, and the man inside exchanged a few more words with someone outside. Only then did the Rolls-Royce slowly pull away, heading toward the other end of the alley.

Inside the car, in the back seat, a pair of polished leather shoes, gleaming without a single raindrop or speck of dust, was casually crossed. The Rolls-Royce had an incredibly spacious interior.

The man in the back not only had his long legs crossed but was also lounging lazily with his arm resting on the center console.

“Mr. Horton, are we heading to Mr. Vazquez’s place, or going home?” the driver asked from up front.

Jaden replied flatly, “Go to Mr. Vazquez’s first. Remember, from now on, every single day before I go home, I’ll be stopping by to visit him. It’s the rule, so don’t ask me such pointless questions again.”

The driver secretly wiped away a cold sweat and promised, “Yes, sir.”

Working for someone like Jaden had its perks; status and money were never a problem. However, the pressure was suffocating because there was no room for mistakes.

Jaden was Guillermo’s right-hand man, constantly busy with tasks that all seemed too important to mess up. The driver and others like him could never afford to slack off.

After all, Guillermo was practically a god among men.

It was drizzling outside, and the narrow alley was dark as death, no streetlights, just a faint glow leaking in from the main road. Out of nowhere, someone had stepped in front of the car, and the driver reacted on instinct, slamming the brakes hard.

The stop was so abrupt that any normal person would have been thrown forward. However, Jaden, who was not even wearing a seatbelt, barely swayed before steadying himself effortlessly.

His thick black brows shot up as he barked, “What the hell are you doing? Can’t you even drive straight? If you can’t handle this job, get the hell out, you useless idiot!”

The driver, trembling yet furious, stammered, “M-Mr. Horton, someone just ran across the road out of nowhere! Damn it, look! He’s not even moving, just standing there in the middle of the street!”

Jaden leaned forward, trying to see what the driver was talking about. His Rolls-Royce was well-known around Chetvine. People from the upper circles would always step aside or nod respectfully when they saw it.

Only idiots or nobodies would dare get in the way.

And sure enough, when he looked, Jaden did see a man through the front windshield. He was holding a black umbrella, dressed entirely in black, standing right in the beam of the headlights.

Jaden could not see his face clearly as the umbrella tilted down, covering his upper half. However, he could make out the faint curve of a smile.

‘This bastard seems to be smiling…’ Out of nowhere, that thought flashed through Jaden’s mind.

The next second, he saw the man toss aside his black umbrella. The umbrella spun through the air, kicking up a spray of rain as it flew toward the Rolls-Royce’s windshield.

Immediately after came a thunderous bang, and the front windshield shattered instantly, as if it had been hit by a cannonball. The driver did not even have a chance to scream before blood sprayed from his mouth as his eyes bulged wide open, lifeless and frozen in shock.

‘He’s so strong!’ Jaden’s heart leaped in shock, but he did not panic.