Days had passed, this was the fifth meeting since Franklin seriously trained in self-defense. After deciding to focus on finding his Sister and Mother, Franklin's days revolved around the training center, Clara's apartment, and Vina's school to search for clues.Franklin never once forgot about Vina and his Mother's existence. However, at that time Frans, who was Franklin's uncle, Franklin tried to find information about the man whose whereabouts had long been unknown."It's unusual for him to work so slowly..."Clara fiddled with her phone, bombarding the intelligence agent assigned to inform her about Frans, Franklin's uncle. However, for almost a week, the agent had never given any definite news."What's wrong, Clara?" Franklin asked, seeing the sour face of the woman who had been so kind to help him."Don't you want to go to the training center?"Franklin's focus shifted when Clara instead asked about the routine training. The man rolled up his long sleeves and showed a fresh scra

"These photos...are so cruel! Even in the underworld there are rules, Franklin. Vina is still underage and shouldn't be on any hit list if this kidnapping really was human trafficking." Clara was aghast as Franklin brought the tattered paper photos showing Vina's condition. In her dire state, Vina's kidnapper had clearly tortured her and intentionally photographed it to send to Franklin."This is bait for you," Clara said. "To lure you to meet your sister's kidnapper."Franklin looked up, glaring angrily at Clara. Throughout her career in that sinful world, Clara had never involved children or teenagers. No wonder she was furious."If this was Steven's doing, I'll kill him! He should know the rules about this! That bastard!"Clara stabbed a meat carving knife into her dining table. Franklin flinched, truly seeing her enraged. Though earlier she had seemed hesitant to blame Steven for this case."I'm going to meet Steven," Franklin stated."Don't be an idiot!" Clara snapped, pointing

In a building that large and expansive, even with many floors and rooms, there were only two enemies they had to face. Could Frans really be too poor to pay people to stop Franklin's arrival and kill him?Franklin and Clara looked around. None of the facilities were functioning because the building had been abandoned. The two walked around the ground floor which should have been the lobby. It was very quiet, Franklin tried to use his ears to detect any groaning sounds that might come from his family. However, there were none."This building is extremely large, Franklin. And of course it will be soundproof, so it will be difficult for you to hear any sound, no matter how loud," Clara commented as she watched Franklin.The young man had his back turned and was hunched over. He was holding his knife, dirtied by the blood of his enemies. Franklin cleaned the blood, wiping it carelessly with his white shirt. He also wiped away any blood that had inadvertently gotten on his face during the

"Where are my Mother and Sister?" Franklin clenched his fists.However, Frans seemed to greatly underestimate his nephew. Although Franklin's appearance was far from his expectations and made him a little surprised, Frans still tried to appear calm and normal. Because Frans realized, he was no longer facing Franklin—the package delivery guy, but Franklin as a man who was already familiar with weapons and drugs."So, this is how you are now, Son?" Frans put his hands in his pants pockets. "Not a whining kid anymore, huh?""Hurry up and tell me, you bastard! Or I'll shoot your head!"Frans laughed harshly. The damp and stuffy room bounced Frans' voice so loudly and echoing. Seeing Frans' increasingly annoying response, Franklin drew his weapon."If you kill me, you won't meet your Mother." Frans sneered. "In this building it's not just us, Franklin. The killers will finish off your Mother if my voice is no longer heard by them. Which means, you killed me."Clara, who was on the side, wh

The hand-to-hand combat lasted over ten minutes. Though without weapons, the fight spilled a lot of blood and sacrificed the only bodies they had. There was no opportunity to protect their own bodies, Frans and Franklin were equally strong.Moreover, Frans' dark life background enabled him to fight against the younger one. Even with his already battered face before this evenly matched fight, he still exerted all his strength to counter Franklin's punches, kicks, and dodges."Bastard!" Frans knelt down. He spat to the side.His saliva mixed with reddish blood, a sign that Frans' internal organs had been affected by Franklin's hard punches to his chest area. His gaze was still sharp, showing his hatred towards Franklin."Turns out you're not polite enough when dealing with an old man, huh."Frans stood up, his fists still clenched, indicating he still wanted to continue fighting with Franklin, his nephew. Even though his legs were already shaking, Frans kept signaling that he would init