Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Natasha laughed softly, her voice slightly quivering as she tried to hide her nervousness.

"Hehe, I feel stressed, so I wanted to enjoy myself a little." She gave him a wink.

They both laughed as they followed her into the living room.

As they turned right to enter the living room, they did not see Noah behind them with a wide grin on his face.

As they both entered the living room, one of them asked.

"So what are we going to do first," He smiled.

"Yeah, are we going to all do it together or one by one?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her composure faltering slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Let's all do it together," she said, forcing a playful tone.

Her expression flickered briefly, a crack in her facade that neither man noticed. They were too preoccupied with their excitement to sense the shift in the atmosphere.

"Al—" one began, just as Noah's presence loomed behind them, cutting the moment short.

The two men didn't have time to even finish their thoughts.

In an instant, Noah struck, moving with the accuracy and force of a predator that had been lying in wait for its prey.

Before either of them could react, his hands shot out like vipers. Each palm clamped around the back of their heads, his grip unyielding.

"What the—" one of them managed to gasp, his voice cut off as Noah yanked them together with brutal force.

CRACK!

The sickening sound of skulls colliding echoed through the room, followed by the dull thud of their bodies hitting the floor. Both men crumpled like rag dolls, unconscious before they even realized what had happened.

Natasha froze, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the scene in front of her. Her wide eyes darted from the two motionless bodies on the ground to Noah, who straightened up slowly, rolling his shoulders as if what he'd just done was nothing more than a warm-up.

"Wha—what the hell…?" she stammered, her voice trembling. Her knees buckled slightly, but she forced herself to stay standing, gripping the edge of the doorway for support.

Noah turned to her, his expression calm but his eyes glinting with something darker. "Close the door," he said, his voice steady, almost bored.

Natasha didn't move, her body frozen in fear. "But—"

"Close. The. Door," Noah repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. His gaze pierced through her, and she felt her hands move on their own, fumbling for the doorknob. With a trembling push, she shut it, the sound of the latch clicking making her flinch.

"Good," Noah said, crouching down next to one of the unconscious men. He tilted the man's head slightly, checking for signs of life before letting it drop back onto the floor unceremoniously.

"What… what are you going to do with them?" Natasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Noah glanced at her over his shoulder, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, don't worry," he said, his tone unnervingly light. "Just sit down and relax."

'Relax your mum, how can I relax when you are in the same room,"

She thought but didn't dare to voice out.

But she dared not voice her thoughts.

With a trembling sigh, she sank into the sofa, her eyes fixed warily on Noah.

She watched him effortlessly hoist Yanks' limp body and toss it next to the other two unconscious men.

The sound of his body hitting the floor made her flinch.

Noah crouched over them, placing his hand on the side of Yanks' head, he activated his

Advanced Skill: Memory Glance

.

His focus sharpened as fragmented images and thoughts began flashing through his mind at a rapid speed

The memories were unravelled in an instant.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yanks was there when Leo was shot. He was one of the masked men who had emerged from the black four-by-four vehicle. However, Yanks wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. That role had fallen to their gang leader—Tyrell.

'So it wasn't him,'

Noah thought, his gaze narrowing as he sifted through the fragmented recollections.

The memories of Tyrell were frustratingly vague.

Tyrell had contacted Yanks and the others, about a deal he received that would bring all of them a huge amount of cash.

The rest of the memories fast-forwarded to here and now—just another setup, another mark.

'

Typical small-time gang logic,'

Noah mused, though he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than a robbery.

As the information played in his mind, Noah stood and walked into the kitchen.

Natasha watched silently, her body stiff with fear. He returned moments later, carrying a pot filled with cold water.

With a sudden splash, the icy water hit the trio, jolting them awake.

"Hhhhhaaaahhh!"

Their sharp inhales echoed through the room as they blinked rapidly, disoriented and gasping for air.

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Yanks muttered groggily, his hand rubbing his head as he struggled to focus. His blurry gaze landed on Noah, standing above them, a predatory grin on his face. In his hand, the intimidating gleam of a Magnum Research handgun.

"What does that mean, Noah?" Yanks said, frowning as he cast a quick glance at Natasha, who was now sitting rigidly on the sofa, refusing to meet his eyes.

Noah's grin widened, but the icy edge in his tone remained.

"It means one thing," he said, the gun in his hand steady as he motioned toward Yanks' chest. "I need you to bring Tyrell here. And if I think you're doing anything suspicious, this Magnum will make a pretty disgusting hole in your head. Am I clear?"

Yanks' frown deepened, his mind racing as he tried to piece together his options—or lack thereof.

His two friends, who were still groggy from their head injury, looked equally lost. They weren't armed, and they knew it.

In this situation, compliance wasn't just the best choice... it was the only choice.

Yanks finally nodded.

"Alright," he said, his voice becoming calm as he accepted the grim reality of the situation. "I'll call Tyrell here."

"Good," Noah said, his smirk fading into a cold expression of authority. "Take out your phone from your pocket and call him."

Yanks hesitated briefly, his hand moving slowly to his pocket as he glanced at Noah's gun. Seeing no room for argument, he pulled out his phone and began dialling Tyrell's number.

.

The line clicked, and a gruff voice came through.

"Yanks?" Tyrell's tone was sharp and impatient.

"Boss, we have a problem," Yanks said, his voice wavering slightly.

"A problem?" Tyrell's voice hardened. "What kind of problem?"

"It's Jordan," Yanks said, taking a deep breath. "He got into an altercation with someone, and he… he got stabbed."

"What?" Tyrell's response came like a growl. "Didn't I tell you idiots to lay low for the next few days? We just shot someone up and ran off with fifty grand worth of gold!"

"The only reason that mission worked was because none of the top dogs in this city know us yet. If you idiots start making noise, they will investigate us because we are in the same area."

Yanks flinched at the fury in Tyrell's voice, nodding instinctively despite knowing Tyrell couldn't see him. "I know, boss. It wasn't supposed to happen—"

"Are you all brain-dead?" Tyrell shouted, cutting him off. A tense silence followed before Tyrell sighed heavily. "Where's Jordan now?"

"He's here with us. We gave him some first aid, but we don't know what to do next."

"Fine," Tyrell said, his tone clipped. "I'll be there in an hour. Don't do anything else stupid before I get there."

"Okay, boss," Yanks replied hurriedly. The call disconnected with a sharp beep, and Yanks slowly lowered the phone, his gaze nervously shifting back to Noah.

Noah nodded, his smirk widening slightly as he leaned back on the sofa. "Good," he said, his voice unnervingly calm. "Now we wait for your boss to get here."

Yanks swallowed hard, his friends glancing nervously between him and Noah. Natasha stayed frozen on the sofa, her hands clutching the edges of her seat as she tried to remain unnoticed.

The air in the room felt heavy, the tension almost suffocating as Noah's expression grew unreadable.

His calm demeanour was more terrifying than any outburst, and the faint smirk playing on his lips made it clear that he was entirely in control.

As the minutes ticked by, Yanks and his friends exchanged uneasy glances, each passing moment stretching into an eternity. Noah remained seated, his body seemed relaxed but his eyes were sharp, watching them like a predator.

Natasha risked a glance at Noah, her heart pounding.

'How can he be so calm?'

she thought, her mind racing. '

Does he have a plan for when Tyrell gets here? Or is he just winging it?'

Noah's fingers idly tapped the armrest of the sofa as he broke the silence. "Relax," he said, his voice deceptively light. "This will all be over soon."