Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

After an hour of waiting, a loud knock reverberated across the house.

Noah stood up from the sofa calmly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, sending chills down Natasha's spine as she watched him.

'It's that same smile again,'

she thought, her hands clutching her knees tightly. '

Why does he always look like he knows something we don't?'

"Let's go open the door," Noah said, his tone calm. He motioned for Yanks to get up. "I'll go with you."

Yanks nodded, as he got up from the floor and massaged his head.

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Standing at the door, Yanks paused, his hand hovering over the knob as he took a deep breath.

"Don't do anything stupid, or you'll regret it," Noah whispered, his voice low and chilling as he stepped beside Yanks.

Yanks gritted his teeth and nodded, his knuckles tightening around the doorknob as he finally pulled it open.

"Hurry up, what the fuck are you doing just standing there?"

Tyrell barged in before the door was even fully open. Tyrell was tall and broad-shouldered. He had a sharp jawline and a scar running across his cheek.

"Where is Jordan?" Tyrell snapped, his gaze darting from Yanks to the living room. His eyes landed on Noah, and his expression darkened slightly. "Who the hell is this?"

Noah stepped forward smoothly, his posture relaxed. "I'm a new member, boss," he said, extending a hand toward Tyrell with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you."

Tyrell's eyes narrowed, suspicion flashing across his face as he turned to glance at Yanks, who had closed the door and was now avoiding his gaze.

Tyrell's gaze bore into Yanks, his suspicion growing by the second as he noticed Yanks' subtle attempt to signal him with a glance.

But before the unspoken communication could solidify, a low, chilling laugh broke the tension.

"Hahahahaha"

It wasn't loud, but it carried a wavelength that made Natasha shiver from the couch. It was the kind of laugh that hinted at something wrong.

Noah, his grin as sharp as a blade, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with menace.

Without a word, he drove a vicious elbow into Yanks' jaw, the crack of bone reverberating through the room. Yanks crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he even hit the floor.

Noah wasted no time, pivoting on his heel and sending a roundhouse kick straight to Tyrell's jaw. Tyrell barely managed to raise an arm to block, but the sheer force of the kick sent him flying back, slamming against the wall with a grunt of pain.

"Who the hell is this guy? That kick felt like a baseball bat,"

Tyrell thought as he wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes darted to Yanks, who was limp on the ground, and back to Noah, whose calm, smirk hadn't wavered.

"So," Tyrell said, his voice rough but steady. "Jordan wasn't stabbed, huh? You took Yanks as bait to drag me here."

Noah's expression didn't change, but his silence was confirmation enough.

"We don't have many enemies," Tyrell continued, his tone sharper. "So I'm assuming this is about the guy we shot. One of your friends, huh? And somehow, you found out it was us. Doesn't matter, though."

He rolled his neck, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Since you're standing in front of me, it means you've already lost."

With that, Tyrell pulled a flick knife from his pocket, the blade snapping out.

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"Either way, boy, you've just delivered yourself to me. Prepare to die."

Noah didn't flinch. His smirk widened as he leaned slightly forward, his hands still by his sides.

Watching Tyrell, he didn't look threatened by him in the slightest, he looked amused—almost entertained.

Tyrell lunged, his knife slicing through the air in a sharp arc aimed directly at Noah's chest. But Noah sidestepped the attack with ease.

"Why are you running, huh?" Tyrell spat, frustration seeping into his voice. "Come fight me!"

Noah's smile widened further, his tone dripping with amusement. "Alright. I was planning on playing with you for a bit, but since you're so eager to sleep, I don't mind speeding things up."

As Tyrell lunged again, Noah's body moved in perfect sync with Tyrell's movements.

The knife thrust past him in slow motion, and with a quick reflex, Noah's hand clamped down on Tyrell's wrist like a steel vice.

In one smooth motion, he disarmed him, the knife clattering uselessly to the floor.

Before Tyrell could react, Noah delivered a spinning kick to his liver.

The force of the blow sent a shockwave through Tyrell's body, his breath escaping him in a wheezing gasp.

His knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

Noah stood over him, his smirk never faltering as he crouched to check Tyrell's pockets.

He found a cheap flip phone and a wad of cash—around a thousand dollars. Pocketing the phone and money, he grabbed Tyrell by the collar with one hand and Yanks with the other, dragging their limp bodies like discarded trash bags.

Natasha, who had been sitting tensely on the sofa, flinched when Noah burst into the living room.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him dragging the two men, their heads lolling with each step. He dropped them unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud

thud

.

Natasha let out a small shriek, her hands flying to her mouth. She stared at the two bodies, fear and disbelief swirling in her mind.

'Did this guy just kill them?'

she thought, her heart pounding. '

What kind of devil did they mess with? Even Tyrell couldn't match him,'

But Tyrell wasn't dead.

Groaning from the impact, he stirred, his eyes fluttered open. Yanks, too, woke with a groan, clutching his aching head as he looked around in confusion, still not realising that his jaw was broken from the adrenaline that was coursing through his body.

Tyrell's groggy gaze locked onto Noah, who stood above them, his grin as calm yet as threatening as ever. His calm look only added to the chilling atmosphere.

"Welcome back," Noah said, his voice casual. "Now, let's talk."