In a warehouse in the suburbs, men rushed around moving as many boxes as they could into vans. They worked quickly and in less than ten minutes, they had loaded all five vans with one hundred boxes each. Then they got into the vans, getting ready to drive away. They had just driven to the gates when heavy trucks suddenly blocked their way out and thugs with bulging muscles walked out of it holding iron pipes. When the men in the vans saw them, they shuddered in fear and reversed out of the warehouse through the back gate. However, the first van had just driven out of the back gate when a truck roughly stopped in front of him, blocking his path. Three other trucks lined up behind it. Now the vans were confined inside, with nowhere to go. The man in the first van shakily took out his phone and made a call. “He-hello, sir. They’re here again. Those people are…arghh!” The phone fell out of his hand when the door to the van was suddenly yanked open and a fearsome thug dragged him ou
The thug in suit turned to face the car fully and lowered his hand, the metal rod dangling the from it threateningly. The security man whose leg had been broken with it, whimpered frightfully as his eyes followed its movement, thinking the thug would turn around any moment to hit him with it again. The thug tilted his head to the side and his lips curled up into a mocking smile when he recognized the man who came out from the driver’s seat to be Grant’s assistant. “Elliot Ambrose, Grant Wyatt finally deemed it fit to do something about his missing goods? I mean, obviously, since he also sent his personal assistant this time.” Elliot ignored him and hurried over to the back to open the door for Leon. The thug folded his hands across his chest and waited to see Grant come out of the car. However, his eyes reddened with fury the very next second when an unfamiliar face alighted from the car. He was about to look away when the other door opened and another unfamiliar face came out
The thug had seen something flying across the compound then hitting the wall of the warehouse. Only when it slumped to the ground did he realize it was one of the men he had sent to get Leon and those with him. He was dumbfounded for a moment as he hadn’t seen anything happened thanks to the bulky man blocking his view with his body. So he walked over to him and stubbed him twice with his foot. “What are you doing on the floor? Get up and do the job I hired you for!”However, the man didn’t respond and his hand just fell limply to his side. Only then did the thug notice the thick trail of crimson blood on the side of his head. He turned to the man in front of Leon and yelled at him through clenched teeth, “Hey, I asked you to drag them to me not beat up your colleague, you dumb ass!” “I know that you’re all muscles with no brains, but don’t ever do this again because each one of you cost me a lot of money. Do you hear me?!” The bulky man didn’t respond. The thug huffed nonethe
From across the compound, the triumphant look on Klimt Fischer’s slowly wilted away when the victorious scene in front of him abruptly changed. Earlier, the hefty thugs had surrounded them from every side, trapping them in their midst like vicious wolves closing in on their prey. They were confident and threatening, but in a quick turn of event, they were now all on their knees. It now looked like they were worshipping the three people in their midst. When he saw they weren’t getting up, he slammed the metal rod against the ground in a fit of a rage and lashed out at them furiously. “Don’t just remain on the floor, get up and beat this runt to death!” One of the bulky men raised his eyes to look at him, the veins on his forehead bulging from the pain seeping through his body from his dislocated kneecaps. “Mr. Fischer, I don’t think I can move. My legs, they won’t listen to me. They won’t let me get up. I think there’s something wrong with them!” His words seemed to be what th
Elliot froze and his brain stopped working when he saw the dire situation he was in. Samson had a knife to his throat and if Leon hadn’t grabbed his wrist when he did, his carotid artery would’ve been cut open by the knife. Samson’s eyes darkened and he frowned tightly. He was an unorthodox fighter who prided himself in how fast he moved without his opponent noticing. . He learnt the most brutal and uncultured way to fight. He didn’t care what he had to do as long as he ended up defeating his enemies. He was a mercenary for hire and knew how to deal with any situation he found himself in, but here he was, unable to move his hand forward or backward after it was held by Leon. Klimt had hired Samson after a careful and difficult search. And as someone who knew how strong his mercenary was, he was surprised to see him struggling to free his hand from Leon’s grip.He gulped down and probed Samson anxiously. “What is it? If he doesn’t want to let go of your hand, then break his for
Klimt was scared for a moment before a bold thought occurred to him. Ever since they met, Leon had been trying to talk to him. Even when he beat up the bulky men and Samson, he had done so without harming them very much. It made him conclude that Leon had received orders from Grant Wyatt not to harm him and his people. In that case, Leon only said he’d let Elliot hit him with the metal rod just so he could scare him into talking. He became calm immediately and snickered mockingly, “You’re giving me one chance? What a joke.”“Do I look like I’m scared of you? If you think you can take the heat of laying your filthy hands on me, then do…” Krack! “Oww!” The mocking look on his face was quickly replaced by that of a painful one as Elliot calmly swung the metal rod at his leg. His eyes reddened from the pain and he began breathing heavily. “That is for breaking the leg of the security guard. And this…” Elliot paused and raised the metal rod again, “…is for saying the wrong thing.”
Inside the Bertrand family mansion, two men sat in the living room drinking and discussing. One of them was a bald-headed middle-aged man dressed in a formal blue suit. While the second man looked a bit younger than him. He was putting on a leather jacket and casusal blue jeans with his hair styled backward. Suddenly, a man in security uniform ran into the living room breathing heavily. He stopped before them before reporting, “Mr. Bertrand! There’s a man causing trouble in front of the yard.” “He pulled down the gate with a truck and now he has the guards on their knees as he aims a gun at them!”Nathan Bertrand didn’t raise his eyes to look at him immediately. Instead, he unhurriedly reached for the opened scotch in front of him. After taking his time to fill his glass to his heart’s content, he finally paused and looked up at the security. “What does this person look like?” The man went silent for a moment before he parted his lips and said, “He seems to be in his mid twenti
Leon’s lips hooked into a frightening smile as he watched them drop their guns. Derrick Bertrand saw the smile tugging the corners of his lips and grew even more infuriated. “What are you being so smug about? Your younger brother has more stamina than you. Or do you think I don’t know?” “Everyone knows the elderly son of the almighty Bartlett family is a weakling. His younger brother surpasses him in everything.” “Your parents cast you aside and made him their heir because of your weakness. Then you ran away because you feared he’d try to harm you to secure his position as heir.” “But even if you still know some moves from your time in the Bartlett family, the guards stationed to stay at the back aren’t just guards.” “They were sent to us by the Bartlett family to make sure we capture you. So if I were you, I’d say my last prayers right now.” With each passing word he said, Leon’s smile grew colder. Finally, he parted his lips slightly and said slowly, “I see. That’s what they