Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

A fair Game!

There was an unusual silence in the Maybach. The car was travelling at a reasonable speed. Not too fast, not too slow. Villian would look occasionally at Alves who was seated alone at the back of the car.

Villian was driving, Alves was behind.

"Pull over, I want to take fresh air."

Alves called all of a sudden. Villian didn't think about it twice. He pulled over by the roadside on the hanging bridge. Before he could jump out to get the door, Alves had stepped out.

Alves walked towards an iron railing and leaned on it, looking at the passing cars which were beneath the bridge.

"Keep your distance."

He snapped at Villian who was trying to close the pace. Villian knew too well to come closer. He only stood by the car, his gaze thrown at Alves.

Villian had a lot to say. It was scribbled in his face. It was just the matter of time before he would speak. But first thing he needed was an audience or a go ahead. The chances of getting either of the two from Alves was very slim.

Suddenly