Instead the fact that Alex’s words sound like he is acknowledging him, Dylan feels so humiliated by them. He becomes even angrier, and sends another hit.But because of his anger, his big swing becomes so wide, making it so easy to read. Alex simply steps back once, and avoids that big swing easily.“What was that? Did you seriously try to kill me with one punch? Come on!”Dylan hunts Alex with more punches, but Alex keeps his distance well, not too far, just enough to avoid Dylan’s reach. He simply takes one step back for each hit Dylan delivers.“Stop running away from me!” grumbles Dylan with so much irritation as he sends another punch.Alex gets his head away by pulling his right leg a bit to the back. There he finds that right leg already touching the bottom of the steps behind him.“Okaay!”He knows there’s really no room to step back anymore. Hence, he keeps his left leg in its position, putting an orthodox stance by bending his knees a bit, just a bit.Dylan notices that Alex

When Alex reaches home, most of the mess in the house has been fixed. The 5 CCTV cameras that he left this morning have also been installed by Elijah, and have been connected to his computer in the basement. But…“I haven’t changed your bed yet,” Elijah informs while rubbing his forehead. It seems like this old man forgot about that one.“It’s okay! I can buy one myself later,” replies Alex as he escorts the old man out.“You look terrible. Did something happen outside?” Elijah asks.“I just had a fight with some youngsters out there.”“Indeed, most teenagers today don’t know how big this world is. I bet they don’t get enough education at home. I expect you taught them well.”“I don’t know if my teaching suits them or not,” replies Alex with a sigh.Just like usual, he takes the old man to his house. But then, when he is on the way home, he begins doubting his intention to spend the night in his own house.Either because of the thought of the condition of his torn bed, or because he i

It’s just three pages, not that much to read. But it’s too troublesome for George to do. He simply folds the papers and puts them into his waist bag. As he leaves the mall, his friend, Teddy McDonald, has been waiting on the side of the road with his humble minivan. “Let’s go!” says George as he gets into the minivan. “We need to sell that stuff.” “Heh?!” Teddy chuckles a bit before starting the car. “With how we did it so far, it will take years to sell them all.” “We can’t be impatient with this thing. Wrong move, we lost!” George warns. “For now, better start getting more customers first without attracting too much attention. By selling a constant 20 grams a day, we can get $180,000 a month. That’s more than a CEO’s annual salary.” “It will take us 3 to 5 years to sell all of this heroin. We need to recruit members,” suggests Teddy with an impatient tone. “Stupid. Wouldn’t that mean you have insurance to have 3 or 5 years of job with a monthly salary of $90,000? Having more pe

After midnight, Alex takes the time to visit Boris at his Dust Remover before going home. Somehow, he feels his encounter with George was a bit weird. He found George’s excessive fear toward him looked very strange. Okay, maybe he ran away as a normal reaction of people who knew he was guilty. But for Alex, that’s not the George he used to know. That man used to be so pompous, liked to brag and belittled others. “So, it’s true, he has been out of prison?” asks Boris rhetorically. “I’m sure that was him. He immediately ran away after he saw me,” Alex emphasizes. “Does that mean your suspicion he attacked your house is getting stronger?” “On the contrary, I even started to doubt it. Think about it yourself, if it was really him who left such a message like he wanted to settle his issue with me, why would he look so scared?” asks Alex rhetorically to provoke Boris’ curiosity. “I expected him to come to me, stand right in front of me face to face, and then deliver some insults in an a

Boris doesn’t say anything anymore until he takes Sofia to her house. Of course, Sofia no longer has the enthusiasm to discuss this issue again. Since it’s already too late at night, she lets Boris take the car away with him, because it would be difficult to get a taxi that late. “Sorry for keeping you busy in the middle of the night like this,” utters Sofia from the terrace. “No problem. Usually, I would still be busy at this hour taking care of my pub,” replies Boris, who is still inside the car. “Maybe it's best if I take Elly to the kindergarten myself with the other car. You don't have to come here so early tomorrow. You can just go straight to the kindergarten to pick her up.” Boris nods, and leaves by taking Sofia’s car with him. When Sofia gets inside her house, her footsteps immediately lead to Elly's room. But she finds the kid is not there. She immediately looks for her with a worried expression, intending to look at Giana's room. But then she finds the door to her ow