After hanging up with Jackson, Noah put his phone on the passenger seat and changed gears.
“I still have a few things I need to settle with Ryker’s backing,” He thought, as he sped up in the city.
****
After a while, Noah slowly pulled up next to the curb as he saw Jackson’s Porsche 911 parked at the side.
Jackson in the car heard the Lykan’s engine, glancing at the mirrors to make sure he saw Noah’s car.
Jackson stepped out of the car with two bags and approached Noah, his expression that of residual concern.
Opening the passenger door he slid into the seat after placing the bags behind, looking at Noah carefully, still curious how he was unharmed.
“Glad you’re alright,” Jackson said,” I didn’t think I’d be seeing you out of that warehouse so soon.”
Noah looked at him, his face unreadable. “And yet, here I am.”
Jackson’s smile faded, leaning back. “So, what’s on your mind?”
Noah’s gaze sharpened, unwavering as he looked at Jackson.
“I just pulled a few strings to get out of that station, it cost me a lot.” he began, his tone low and serious. “I need you to tell me everything you know about Ryker—who he is, who he works with… every single detail.”
Jackson’s expression grimaced at his request, for a moment a brief flicker of hesitation showed in his eyes as he weighed the consequences of sharing this information. But, after a second, he nodded.
Exhaling deeply, he started telling Noah everything.
Noah listened intently, his face still impassive as Jackson continued.
After a while, Noah figured out everything about Ryker’s group.
Ryker belongs to a gang called ‘The Ash Wolves.” They are fairly new to the game. However, they have grown very rapidly in the past few years.
Ryker’s unorthodox tactics, allowed them to increase their power by slowly taking control of small family-run businesses, forcing these people to comply with them.
The game Jackson was talking about, was surprisingly selling and buying gold illegally through shady connections. By taking control of family-run businesses, they had gained an extra passive income they receive every month.
“What an interesting surprise,” Noah thought, as he glanced at his skill ‘Basic Goldcraft Skill’.
Basic Goldcraf Skill: The user is given 100g of pure gold every day at midnight.
“This will be very useful,” Noah thought, as he listened to Jackson.
Understanding passed over Noah’s face. What happened at the warehouse made a bit more sense now.
“What’s Ryker’s position?” Noah asked.
“He is a co-leader, there are only two co-leaders and one leader. So Ryker’s position isn’t low.”
Noah nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “Do you know where the main base is?”
Jackson paused, frowning at the questions. “Why? You don’t plan on attacking them right?”
Noah smiled and said. “Don’t worry about that, do you know or not?”
Jackson nodded his head and said. “I do, it’s not far from here actually, it’s around 20 minutes away from here. They are located at…”
A slight smirk tugged at Noah’s lips. “Good to know. I need you to lead the way,” he said, as he started the engine.
Jackson’s face darkened, a trace of shock etched on his face. “You… You must be joking, you aren’t planning on going there now… right?”
“Jackson, it seems like you’ve read my mind.” He laughed, as he sped up.
****
The quiet street gave an eerie hush, with the flickering of dying streetlights.
Noah pulled up to the curb, eyes locked on the large, house Jackson had pointed out.
“There,” Jackson murmured, barely above a whisper. “That’s their base.”
Noah nodded. “Stay in the car,” he said simply, stepping out and leaving no room for a debate. Jackson’s face flickered with worry, but he said nothing.
Noah approached the door, knocking hard enough that his hand almost punctured through the wood.
Moments later, a man with a large scar etched across his cheek opened the door, his eyes narrowing as he took in Noah’s calm face.
“Who the f**k are you?” the man spat in annoyance, with his eyebrows raised.
Noah didn’t bother responding.
In one swift motion, his hand shot forward, grabbing the man’s throat and lifting him off his feet with ease.
The guy’s eyes bulged, shock and fury mingling in his gaze.
Noah’s grin widened.
“Your executioner,” he muttered silently, before slamming the man’s head into the concrete wall without mercy.
The thug dropped instantly, his body on the floor in a heartbeat.
Footsteps and muffled voices sounded from further inside.
“Yohan? What’s going on?” someone yelled, their footsteps approaching.
Noah closed the door behind him, stepping over the fallen man as he walked toward the noise.
Soon a tall, lanky man appeared in the hallway, his face twisting in alarm as he spotted Yohan at Noah’s feet.
“Everyone gather! There’s a rat intruding!” he shouted, his voice filled with panic and anger.
Doors opened, and soon, eight men assembled in the wide hallway, each armed with whatever they could grab such as bats, pipes, and knives.
Noah’s gaze swept over them, unbothered by their number.
“You’ve made this easy for me,” he remarked casually, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t have to go around searching for each one of you.”
The man closest to him, wielding a rusted bat, sneered. “You think you’re some kind of tough guy?” He swung the bat in a vicious arc toward Noah’s head.
Noah sidestepped with ease, the bat missing him closely.
Before the man could even blink, Noah spun, delivering a brutal 360-degree kick.
His foot connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling across the hallway, his bat clattering to the floor.
“You’re gonna regret this, you son of a—!” another thug snarled, charging at Noah with a switchblade.
Noah met his gaze, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Those are some big words,” he muttered.
His hand then shot out, catching the man’s wrist mid-swing.
With a twist and a nostalgic crack, the knife clattered to the floor, and the thug let out a scream, clutching his broken wrist.
“My wrist!!” He shouted as he cried out in pain.
“You’re next,” Noah said, his voice low and chilling, as he let go and watched the thug stumble back.
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