A dark no moon night a black ford car came to stop near a cliff. A handsome boy and a beautiful girl came down from the car. Then they looked down towards an unconscious person near the cliff and the boy kicked that person down the cliff .
"Friend, don't blame me. If you understood the rule of the world it wouldn't have happened. Your fight ends here." the boy named Riman sighed .
Rita, the girl with him, who was silent during the whole time looked down the cliff once and then they both left by the car.
Shivam Shen, the founder of "VIRON XX", the recently famous techno company had gone under the cliff in silence.
Shivam was heir of Shen family of the capital but because of autism he had been thrown into a mental hospital by his family after accidental death of his parents when he was 5 years old. He ran way from there and ended up in orphanage.
Shivam and Riman was brought up in an orphanage . Riman was 6years older than shivam and like a big brother to him. They both worked together often.
Rita was a rich young lady who often came to orphanage to donate. She was same age as Shivam and they interacted more to discuss about the development of the orphanage. Sometimes Shivam helped Rita's family company to overcome crisis. He was a good financial advisor and problem solver from a very young age. Rita's grandfather liked him and often gave him rewards for his hard works. He created a lot of user-friendly apps and promotional games for the company. Rita's grandfather wanted to engage Rita with Shivam.
Two years ago, On his 18th birthday Shivam registered the company "VIRON XX" with his friends from orphanage and decided to use a part of profit to donate in orphanage fund. He added Riman and Rita as co-owners. Riman and Rita were the face of the company as Shivam didn't like much media attentions.
Three months ago, Riman's biological parents found him by watching him in news. They took him back to their family. Riman was from an aristocratic family surnamed Lu. His behaviour slowly changed after moving back to the family.
In these three months Riman and Shivam often argued about their views on life. Some profiteer approached them in intention of buying off the patent of their newly launched security product. Shivam was not in favour of selling the patent which was the first serious conflict between them.
Rita showed support to Shivam. She slowly started to try stealing his research data. One day Shivam overheard Rita's conversation with Riman and found out their co-operation.
These conflicts resulted the latest outcome.
Is it the end of his life or a new beginning is waiting?
Shivam's thoughts echoed painfully through his mind as a sharp, burning sensation shot down his leg. His body grew colder by the second, and darkness engulfed his vision completely. The only sound that reached his ears was a slow, dragging noise scraping across the ground. He knew exactly what that sound was. It was his own body being dragged across the floor, tightly sealed in a heavy, suffocating black bag, arms and legs tied securely. Even if he had the strength to move, he was utterly helpless. His silly talent, expertly using chopsticks at dinner, was now officially over. Not that it was ever impressive. After all, billions of people did it daily, yet somehow it always managed to surprise someone.
The last thing he remembered was injected by powerful drug by his fiancée when his fiancée hugged him before his engagement party. He was completely unguarded against his fiancée and that made him completely powerless and gave his enemy upper hand.
In these fleeting moments, his entire life flashed vividly through his mind, memories streaming in relentlessly.
Bad luck had followed him since his new security software caught bad eyes . The father of the orphanage passed away on the exact same day, racing desperately to the hospital, only to lose his life in a tragic car accident leaving him behind and gave him the duty of the orphanage.
Yet, despite these crushing losses, he refused to let his troubled past dictate his future. If anything, it was precisely these losses that had shaped him into the person he became. From that day onward, he'd decided the world would no longer simply take from him, he would take whatever he wanted in return by fierce determination. Soon, others who felt similarly abandoned or angry flocked to him, ultimately creating the notorious White Tiger Force which became a disguised underground special force.
What an embarrassing name, now that I think about it. The memory made him cringe inwardly. They called me the White Tiger just because I liked wearing white clothes, or maybe it was because of my part-Asian heritage. Either way, I foolishly went along with it.
If he could move, he would've slapped himself right then. Usually, embarrassing memories haunted people about high school or awkward teenage years, but he had plenty that followed him into adulthood.
Even today, he'd put on his lucky red headband, yet clearly, luck wasn't on his side. Pain intensified with every passing moment, a grim reminder of multiple stab wounds covering his body. He'd lost count after a dozen.
"Alright, drop him here. Then leave us, I want a word with him alone," ordered a muffled voice from above.
Footsteps echoed away before a zipper sound sliced through the silence. Suddenly, Shivam squinted, desperately trying to see through his blurry vision as the bag opened. Blood and dizziness made it nearly impossible, but he could just barely make out a figure standing above him, face hidden beneath a balaclava.
Shivam strained harder, fighting desperately against the blur, desperately wanting to see clearly, but his eyes failed him miserably.
My eyes are worthless… Is his voice disguised, or am I just imagining it?
"You had to have known this day was coming. I'm honored I get to be the one to finish off the great Mr.X ." The man pulled off his hood dramatically, but the blood dripping into Maximus's eyes completely blocked any chance of recognition. Shivam was surprised to hear this name from the mouth of his enemy as only his trusted aids knew his this identity.
The man released his grip on Shivam's hair and delivered a brutal kick, sending him toppling backward.
Am I drowning? Is this really how my life ends? Without even knowing who killed me, or why? Money rules? Was my death purchased by someone?
Anger ignited inside him, bitterly clear now.
Those words, no one owns me, only someone very close to me knew that phrase. Was someone from my own gang behind this? Was I betrayed? Haven't I suffered enough? Whoever is up there listening, whoever controls this cruel world, don't you owe me this much, a chance to know who did this to me?
His furious thoughts gradually dimmed, fading into nothingness alongside his anger. That moment marked the definitive end of Mr.X, infamous leader of the White Tiger Force.