Chapter 150: Twenty Shot Visits

Knock! Knock!

Damian’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone knocking at his door. After gaining these powers and growing stronger over time, his perception had expanded so vastly he could easily hear everything happening within the skyscraper, and even when he consciously suppressed it, it still stretched beyond the edges of this room. Even before they got to the door, he already knew.

To make matters worse, his sleep did not feel like sleep anymore. It was light, like he had merely shut his eyes and stared into endless darkness. It did not feel like he had rested at all.

’God, these changes are happening too fast.’ Damian rubbed his temple.

He tried to move, but Hazel tightened her grip, refusing to budge. Racheal and Ruby tucked in closer as well. After spending days without their husband, they finally had the chance to be near him. How could they let it go?

Who knew when next he would let them spend the night on his bed, especially since their problem was yet to be resolved.

“Send them away.” Racheal mumbled with her face buried into his arm.

Damian could only roll his eyes and sigh at this response. This was not the underworld where he would be treated as a king in his domain. He was still a man climbing up the ladder. He could not just put off these meetings no matter how powerful he had become.

“Yo! It’s Twenty!”

Damian heard from the other side of the door, and more knocks followed. He let out a defeated sigh and looked at his girls once more before coming to a conclusion.

He could please two masters at once. He could let visitors come in and still keep his wives happy. Besides, they were fully dressed and lying under the sheets, cuddling him. It was not like they were doing anything immoral.

“Come in,”

The door yanked open immediately, with the kind of intensity one would expect from a gangster. Twenty stepped in alongside a dozen other people dressed in matching black suits with purple ties.

They all froze at the door upon seeing Damian with three gorgeous women in bed. Before anyone could speak, Damian gestured at him to be silent before saying,

“My wives are sleeping. I would prefer to speak to you in person.”

Though Damian’s words were simple and polite, Twenty felt shaken to the core. He instinctively looked at his arms, growing alarmed at the sight of goosebumps.

It felt like he had received an order backed by a silent death sentence. It was a feeling he could not explain because it came from within, like his soul was screaming at him to be careful.

Did this attorney change after getting shot?

Damian had always been intimidating, but this was a whole new scale of intimidation.

Without hesitation, he turned to his people.

“You heard him, secure the perimeter. Make sure no one gets close to this room without my permission!”

“Understood!”

In mere seconds the room was empty, except for Damian, his wives, and Twenty Shots. The silence was awkward, but only for Twenty. The man seated on his bed with three girls clinging onto him for dear life was unlike anyone he had ever seen before.

Except for their mouthwatering proportions hidden under the sheets, their skin seemed smooth and flawless, attached to beautiful faces he had never seen before.

It felt like this was the first time he was seeing actual women. Every other woman he had been with suddenly seemed rougher and uglier in his memories.

“Careful, it’s my girls you are coveting.” Damian’s cold voice shattered his reverie.

Twenty realized he had been staring for too long, and even worse, he could feel his pulse quickening, his body reacting against his will, begging for an opportunity to taste such perfection.

“All of them?”

Twenty covered his lips the moment he said those words. He closed his eyes and silently said his final prayers because he knew he had messed up very badly.

Even Hazel, Racheal, and Ruby opened their eyes briefly before shutting them again. Damian, on the other hand, met his words with an uncomfortable silence. He allowed it to stretch between them to enhance the effect.

What occurred within a span of thirty seconds felt like thirty minutes to Twenty. His knees buckled under the pressure, threatening to collapse beneath Damian’s intent.

This person was definitely different from the man he met a few days ago.

“Help me with the television. I want to see what’s on tht news.”

Damain finally broke the silence.

“Of course!”

Twenty ran over to the television and turned it on. Unaware of how tamed he had become around this human who was supposed to be his subordinate

The television flickered as the screen shifted from a commercial to a red banner stretching across the bottom.

BREAKING NEWS – ATTORNEY SHOOTING INVESTIGATION

The camera cut to the newsroom where the anchor leaned forward slightly, her tone serious.

“Good evening. We begin today with new developments in the shooting of prominent defense attorney Damian Hill. Authorities confirm Hill has already been questioned by investigators after regaining consciousness last night, and new details are beginning to emerge.”

The screen switched to shaky footage of the chaotic street outside the Blacksheep Firm building. Cars were rammed into one another, one crushed into a light pole while officers pushed civilians back.

“Witnesses reported a series of unexplained traffic collisions moments before the shooting. Multiple vehicles were found crashed into each other and surrounding structures. Despite the scale of the incident, officials confirm no civilian casualties.”

The footage cut to the entrance of an underground parking structure sealed with police tape. Forensic teams moved carefully across the concrete floor.

“Authorities say Hill was discovered inside this underground parking facility with a single gunshot wound to the chest. Emergency responders transported him to Glasmere Health Institute where he remains under observation.”

The camera switched back to the anchor.

“Police confirm Hill has already been interviewed and told investigators he could not identify the attacker. According to officials, the shooter wore a hood and face covering, and the parking structure lighting made visibility poor.”

The screen shifted to file footage of Damian leaving a courthouse, reporters crowding around him.

“Sources say Hill also informed investigators he recently took on a new case defending a councilman facing corruption allegations. Authorities are now exploring whether the shooting may have been an intimidation attempt linked to the politically sensitive case.”

The video changed to a live shot outside Glasmere Health Institute. A reporter stood near the entrance while security kept media at a distance.

“Investigators note the unusual nature of the attack. Only one shot was fired, and police say this does not match the pattern of a typical gang retaliation. Officials believe the suspect may have acted alone.”

The camera returned to the anchor.

“Colleagues at the Blacksheep Firm say Hill had recently drawn attention after his controversial victory in the Twenty Shots case. Authorities have not ruled out the possibility that his legal work may have made him a target.”

She glanced briefly at her notes before continuing.

“Police are currently reviewing surveillance footage and following several leads. No suspects have been identified at this time, but officials say the investigation is progressing.”

The anchor looked directly into the camera.

“This remains a developing story. Investigators are now working to determine whether the shooting was a targeted attack, a political warning, or a personal dispute. We will bring you updates as more information becomes available.”

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