The Property Deal is Finalized

The day had finally come when everything was set in motion. In a quiet room at the Property Transaction Office, the farmer signed over his land. With a firm stamp of his hand, he officially transferred the property to Adam's name. 

It was a moment filled with both relief and sorrow. For the farmer, letting go of the land meant giving up a piece of his life and his heritage, but it was a step he had to take in his desperate situation.

As part of the agreement, Adam reached into his cash reserve. Out of his total of $105,000, he handed over exactly $100,000 to the farmer. This initial sum was crucial—it marked the beginning of the deal.

The remaining $500,000 was agreed to be paid once the full transfer process was completed over the next few days. The payment schedule was clear, and both parties knew that government verification was needed to legally record the change of ownership.

After receiving the money, the farmer handed Adam a certificate—a neat document printed on high-quality paper. It confirmed that the first stage of the deal was complete.

The certificate was more than just paper; it was a symbol of a new start, a promise that in five days the land would officially be Adam's. With a mix of relief and a lingering sadness, the farmer extended his hand and shook Adam's with genuine respect.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," the farmer said softly, his tone carrying the weight of years spent on that land and the sacrifice it now entailed.

Adam gave him a slight smile in return. "Remember, five days from now, we need to meet at the Property Transaction Office to finalize everything." His voice was calm and matter-of-fact.

The farmer nodded slowly. His eyes revealed his relief as well as his lingering anxiety about the future. "Don't worry. I'll keep my word. See you in five days," he replied.

With that, the farmer took his money and walked away, disappearing into the busy crowd outside. Adam remained behind for a moment, standing in the transaction office with the certificate in hand. He looked at the document, feeling the significance of what had just occurred.

Stepping out of the office, Adam clutched the certificate tightly. He glanced down at the fine print on the document, noting the precise location of his newly purchased land.

A grin slowly spread across his face. "So this is mine now…" he murmured under his breath. The realization was almost surreal. This piece of land was not just soil and trees—it was the foundation of his future.

A surge of excitement ran through him. This was not just any land; it was his first step toward building an empire. The thoughts of what he could achieve with this property filled him with a bold sense of ambition.

"Now… I can start building my business empire," he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. Ideas of future developments, businesses, and new opportunities swirled around him.

With careful deliberation, he placed the certificate in his inventory, ensuring that it was safe and accessible for when he needed to refer to it.

Then, with his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come, he turned and began walking down the road, lost in his own thoughts about his future plans. Every step felt like a move toward a bigger, brighter tomorrow.

As Adam walked along the busy sidewalk, his mind still focused on the exciting prospects ahead, a sleek, high-end convertible suddenly pulled up beside him. The car, with its shiny metallic finish and no roof, drew the attention of passersby.

Inside, four guys were seated. The driver was a blonde-haired boy dressed in stylish, expensive clothes that looked far too luxurious for someone his age. Next to him sat a dark-haired guy whose cold eyes were fixed on Adam with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

In the backseat, three more men sat. They appeared relaxed, yet their eyes were sharp and observant. They stared at Adam for a long moment before exchanging mischievous grins—the kind of grins that signaled trouble was about to unfold. For a while, they simply watched him, their expressions unreadable.

Adam, however, was too deep in thought about his future to notice the growing tension around him. He was busy imagining the grand possibilities his new property could bring and how it would be the cornerstone of his expanding empire.

That is, until a loud, mocking voice suddenly shattered his thoughts: 

"Yo, loser!"

The unexpected outburst snapped Adam back to reality, and his heart skipped a beat. The voice was loud and full of scorn, and it cut through the bustling sounds of the street.

At that very moment, as the mocking voice rang out, Adam's mind immediately recognized the sound. A cold wave of dread washed over him.

Slowly, he turned his head in the direction of the voice. There, standing by the convertible, was a familiar figure. The car, with its bold presence, now seemed to hold a darker meaning.

Sitting behind the wheel was John—Adam's greatest enemy. John had bright blonde hair and wore luxurious, casual clothes that screamed wealth and arrogance. His eyes burned with pure hatred as he stared at Adam, his expression twisted by anger.

Without any hesitation, John pushed open the car door and jumped out. His four friends followed suit almost immediately, surrounding Adam from all sides. The sudden circle of hostile men left Adam feeling trapped, his mind racing with thoughts of escape.

John walked up behind him and, with a cruel smile, placed a firm hand on Adam's shoulder.

Then, in a low, mocking whisper meant only for him, John spoke directly into Adam's ear, "I told you to stay out of my sight, didn't I? Looks like you just can't listen."

Before Adam could even begin to react or defend himself, John's hand shot forward and clamped tightly over Adam's mouth, silencing him.

In that instant, panic surged through Adam's body. Two of John's friends grabbed his arms, holding him in place. He struggled, but they were too strong, and his efforts were futile.

Adam's feet scraped harshly against the pavement as they dragged him toward the car. One of John's friends swung open the backseat door with a force that left no chance for resistance.

Adam kicked out desperately, trying to free himself, but his struggles only made things worse.

They shoved him inside the car, pinning him against the seat with rough, unyielding hands. Just as John released his grip from Adam's mouth, another of the men quickly covered it, ensuring no cry for help could escape.

With a satisfied smirk, John hopped into the driver's seat, and his friends quickly closed the doors behind them.

Within seconds, the convertible sped off down the street, leaving Adam trapped and alone in the backseat. His heart pounded furiously in his chest as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Outside, people on the busy street had witnessed the ambush, yet no one had stepped in to help. Faces turned away, and bystanders simply looked away, as if this was not their problem.

Trapped in the backseat with no means of escape, Adam's mind raced with a million questions. "Does John already know what I'm planning?" he wondered desperately as the car lurched forward into the unknown.