A Rise to power: Chairman Blade Useless Bodyguard

Sixteen years laterThe doors to the mansion swung open with a creak, the heavy scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey wafting through the air as Axe's footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, making his way toward the grand living room.As he entered the room, the sight that greeted him was one of simmering anger. Don Vincenzo sat in his leather armchair, his piercing eyes ablaze with fury, and the room seemed to shrink under the weight of his gaze. When Don's glare fell upon Axe, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it a mix of disappointment and frustration.Immediately, bowing deeply, Axe's voice remained studied as he addressed his boss, "Master, you sent for me?"Setting down his wine glass with a resounding thud, Don Vincenzo locked eyes with Axe and said, "Leia and Ember are gone," The mention of Leia's name made Axe's eyes darkened, and his jaws clutched as he tried to hold back his tongue from asking if she was okay."I forbade Ember from attending a frivolous party h

The setting sun bathed the calm waters of the Mediterranean in a warm, golden hue, as the luxurious yacht glided gracefully through the sea. Onboard, the atmosphere was imbued with an air of sophistication and opulence, the clinking of crystal glasses and soft laughter punctuating the evening as the wealthy elite of the city gathered for a dinner hosted by the newly appointed CEO of Brewery, a prominent company in the alcohol industry.Among the guests of honor was Don Vincenzo since he was a towering figure in the city's business and underworld circles. After all the guests, he arrived on the yacht with Leia, Ember, and Axe along with Madam Vincenzo. As they stepped onto the yacht, Axe maintained a stoic expression, and the guests couldn't help but notice his presence. Slowly, they whispered among themselves, their eyes casting judgmental glances at him."He's Don's bodyguard," one woman murmured to her husband, her disdain evident in her voice. "I can't believe he brought that...

Looking back at her father, Leia's eyes widened in realization as the woman's words hit her like a ton of bricks. She had never thought about it that way. Her father's decision was not just unfair, but it was also cruel. It was like he was setting Axe up to be caught in the middle of a power struggle between the two families. As she was lost in thought, Jonathan's voice interrupted her, and she turned to face him, her mind still reeling from the woman's words. Clearing his throat, Jonathan's eyes were fixed on Axe, and his face was etched with disgust. Then he turned to Don with a small smile, saying, "Well, for your sake, I will let him go. After all, you saw him fit to be in here with us, so why don't we end the matter here? What do you say?" When Mr. Vincenzo didn't answer, he turned away from him, shoving his hand into his pocket to stop his fingers from clutching into fists, and rage slowly burned in his eyes as he thought, 'Now that I know how irrelevant you are to Mr. Vincenz

The drive back to the Vincenzo mansion was filled with an unsettling silence. Axe's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his bloody knuckles getting pointy as his mind continued to replay the events of the evening. The car seemed to glide through the empty streets, the city lights passing by in a blur, but Axe's focus remained solely on the road ahead. As they reached the grand gates of the mansion, Axe glanced at the three women in the backseat through the rearview mirror. Ember, her usually vibrant green eyes now clouded with worry, stared out the window with a cold expression. Mrs. Vincenzo, her face pale and lips pressed into a thin line, clutched her daughters' hands tightly. And then there was Leia, her stormy hazel eyes filled with unshed tears, her jaw set in a firm line. Minutes later, once they entered the mansion, Axe escorted the women inside, his protective instincts on high alert. for almost an hour, Axe personally made sure every room was checked, every window sec

Time seemed to slow, stretching each passing second into an eternity as Axe's words reverberated through the room, sinking into the marrow of every bone.Darting his gaze, Azrael's eyes flickered with a desperate plea, as the broken wine bottle pressed even tighter against his throat, the sharp glass biting into his skin, threatening to slice open his jugular with even the slightest movement. Blood trickled down his neck, staining his crisp white collar, as his every breath became a precarious dance between life and death.Around them, the club's customers stood frozen, their wide eyes reflected a mixture of fear, awe, and unsettling excitement.The silence shattered as one of the thugs, emboldened by the growing numbers, stepped forward, and his voice trembled. "You don't scare us. You are just one man."As His grip on Azrael's hair tightened, eliciting a choked gasp from him, Axe's lips curled into a chilling smile, and whispered, "Oh, my friend, you greatly underestimate the wrath