Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Allow me to use my fork..."

If there was light, it might had been a different story. But the fact that there was no light complicated things.

The first thing Alves felt was a heavy punch in his stomach. He wished he anticipated it. If he did anticipate, his sense and mind would had been ready for such ruthless impact. But he wasn't. That was one of the benefits of light which he was suffering from in that unbecoming state.

"Pass him here."

He felt a very rough hand pull his leg, snatching him from the chest of a burly man. He heard his trouser rip at the snatch. He hoped that it was only his trousers that was ripped at that rough pull.

"Give daddy a kiss..."

A smelly breath washed across his face, denying him a natural breath for about three seconds. The breath came with a pool of saliva spurting all over his face.

As if that was not enough, he felt rough hands clapping at both sides of his face. For a moment, all he could hear after the hard slaps were echoes ringing in his ears. It was as though he was th