Boom!
Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion. The dark, gloomy sky brightly lit up with a flash of
lightning. The hundreds of boats crossing together on Willow Lake looked like a graceful picture. A few
night owls were walking by the lake, and they were all dumbfounded when they caught a glimpse of the
scene on the lake.
George Curtis was an independent media publisher, and he had several popular verified online
platforms. He
usually carried a camera to take various pictures, which would then be uploaded onto his platforms.
Some
money could be made by attracting online traffic. Earlier tonight, he happened to be at a random
karaoke joint beside Willow Lake with a friend.
It was
midnight when they were done. He had decided to take a walk by the lake, and when a bolt of lightning
suddenly flashed, he caught sight of movement in the lake. His sharp mind instantly had him thinking of
a
topic that would generate more traffic to his online platforms.
The camera that he had on hand was immediately taken out, proving itself handy. âSo many boats
dispatched, and at midnight at that. What in the world could be the reason for it?â
âThere must be a big scoop!
Iâm going for it!â
He saw a small, wooden boat docked not far from where he was, and he didnât know who it belonged
to. Simultaneously, the rain started falling. Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and hopped into the boat,
rowing it with great difficulty, trying his hardest to
catch up to the others. Crack!
Another bolt of lightning flashed. George saw it clearly this time. There was actually a tall ship in front
of him, and the hundreds of boats of all
sizes were headed towards it. Every single person standing on those smaller boats looked mighty and
domineering.
âIs there some noble on the ship or something?â George became delighted, his gut feeling telling him
that this was going to be a huge scoop. He pulled out his
camera, ready to take his pictures at a momentâs notice. At that moment, a booming voice suddenly
blasted
out from the front. âWho goes there?!
â Almost immediately, another manâs voice shouted back, âHaider Coleman, from California!â The voice
came again from the tall ship, âIf you donât want to die, get lost!â George was stunned. As an
independent media professional, how could he not know who Haider Coleman from California was?
The Coleman family ranked second among the four major families in California, and Haider Coleman
was
rumored to be the likeliest candidate for next family head. There were also rumors that the Coleman
family
was a family of ancient martial arts and that every single member had to practice itâ¦
Then, Haider Coleman
was said to be some mysterious or some ranked master who could even punch through steel plates.
He hesitated. Never would he have imagined that Californiaâs Coleman family would be picking a fight
with someone on
Willow Lake in the middle of the night.
The Coleman family was not an entity you wanted to mess with. Who knew if he might end up sleeping
with
the fishes tonight. Another bright flash of lightning struck. This time, it was a lightning chain, followed by
a heavy downpour.