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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Deadly Samurais
There came about seven sabres in his direction, and they came too quickly that Alves could not avoid any. Not even one of the swords. He could feel and hear metals tearing into his flesh, and shoving his inside to the side. The pain was severe and excruciating. He had meant to stand up at once to fight these men off, but he wasn't even given the chance to take a perfect stance before he was ambushed and stabbed at every corner of his body. He dropped on his knees. Blood was about streaming from every part of his body. The sabers were in his chests, sides and legs. There was no part of his body that didn't have a share of the pain which was travelling across his body in a great and quick velocity. With pangs.He could hear the men saying some things but he couldn't understand them. One thing was the fact that he couldn't make meaning of what they had said and the other, he had no idea what other fate would fall on him. But then he did know that one would be at the mercy of the other
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? HE HIT HIM TO DEEP SLEEP
"Do you think he will be alright?"The young man asked, looking at his father, an old man. The old man was the best friend of Casper, Alves' grandpa. And the young man, the old man's son. "He hasn't even moved since we brought him in and it's been three days. Is he dead or something? Didn't you tell me in the stories that the monarch of the kingdom cannot know what taste death has? Or has everything being a sort of ---""Why are you so loud?"The old man snapped at the young man at once. The lad looked a little disappointed. It was obvious in his eyes that if he had his way, he would keep on arguing. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to it. "Will you let his Eminence take enough rest. Who knows what he had been through. And if you're bored sitting here. You could excuse yourself and go do something with your life. At least go on a date with any woman from the dating app."The old man advised. And after those words of the man, the young man got up on his feet. They were both se
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "You'd wish you never was born..."
Alves was not really bothered by their appearances. He just couldn't quite tell how they had found him. He didn't remember telling anyone close to the two boys that he would back to Grimming Hills today. Did they even know that he had been away since forever? Why should they even know?While he was pruning the thoughts, his gaze fell on the lad who was still lying on the floor. OH, WHY I WAS WONDERING FOR A WHILE?He seemed to had finally come to a conclusion of who really might have led the two sons of Madam Casper to him. "Is he dead or something?"Michael asked as soon as his attention went to the lad who was lying on the floor. "There's only way to find out."Simeon walked to the lad who was on the floor. The lad had stopped snoring so it was quite hard to tell, and his face and chest were to the cold floor. Simeon raised one of his legs to kick the lad in the side,"I'm sure your brain is working. And you would think twice before you do that."Alves suddenly snapped at Simeo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The hotel is yours..."
"When you walked in, you pushed him out of the way. You didn't think I actually forgot about that, did you?"Alves carried on. And immediately, the two men spun around. This time, it wasn't only Simeon that was enraged, Michael too was making little to no effort hiding his rage. He didn't seem to care anymore. He didn't look like he had the luxury of time to hold his rage in. "At least if you have no idea what manners are. If you have lived all your lives mistaking cowardice for manners, it is about time your learnt something new. Purge yourself of the weird approaches."Alves took a pause. He knew that he didn't have the time for things like this. There were a couple things on his list, very important things for that matter. And none of these things included having a fight with the sons of Madam Casper. But perhaps because of the ugly memories he had shared with them, and the haughtiness which further glorified their personalities, he wouldn't mind letting his rage pace his Ken for
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Twist
Alves was standing at the front of the hotel. He had just turned to look at the name of the hotel. There was an indication and tag imprinted in the top of the protruding part of the building. It read, Eagle's Crest Hotel and Suite.Alves couldn't believe his eyes at first glance. He blinked his eyes to be sure that he was seeing right. When he discovered that he was in his right mind, he pushed his head to the side. "Eagles Crest."He muttered. It was obvious that he was still having a hard time believing what he had just seen. "This Hotel?"He kept on pruning the thoughts like a gardener. There was a certain memory surfacing. And he looked to want to hold unto the memory for a while. His eyes and attention were spent on the inscription in the building. Then the memory which had suddenly been picked started to sketch a brighter picture in his mind. About three years ago, he had traced someone to this hotel. He had meant to walk through the door and confirm where the person he was
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Turn.
"Freeze. Your hand in the air.""Right now, you freak!!!"Men in black with guns drawn had encircled Alves, ordering and yelling at him. Alves didn't know what to do yet. He didn't know what to think. He was trying to process the thoughts. Perhaps he was missing something which he never had anticipated. Alves started looking from one side to the other. He was turning. "You better don't think of doing anything dumb...""If we have to tell you again, you'll be shot and gunned down at the spot..."The men kept yelling orders, threatening and warning him. Alves didn't know what to do yet or what to make of it. But he was trying to reach something. He shut his eyes while in the midst of the noise and orders. He was trying to reach at his Ri. He wanted to be sure about something. He wanted to make sure that he was not overthinking things. At a point, he was starting to think that this might have to do with what Akulia warned him about before he left the parallel world. Just like the sa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The real spy"
"Tell me about the plot of the government."Alves started, taking a glance at the fellow who was seated opposite him. The man couldn't look up at him. The courage was not there. He looked to still be leeching off the incident that happened about some minutes ago. But immediately Alves asked the question, his head was up. But he couldn't look Alves in the eyes. Alves didn't quite care. He just wanted the fellow to tell him what he wanted to hear. "The Prime Minister is looking into all the investments of the mysterious trillionaire. The owner of the MANGRID tower."The young man said then took a pause. Alves couldn't quite tell if the man had taken the pause because he had something else coming. But it didn't seem so at all. Or perhaps Alves was thinking too much. "The investments of the mystery man?"Alves wanted to be sure that he heard the words perfectly. The young man nodded his head fiercely. There was a sudden light reaching at the corners of his face. It was as though he wa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Her bouncer...
Alves halted at the front of the big gate of the Casper Mansion. There were memories streaming at that moment. He could remember a couple things even while he was not making an effort to reach that deep and annoying part of his memories. He shut his eyes for a while. He could remember about few months ago. He was standing at the same spot. On this same spot. Being drenched to pool by the rain after he had been thrown out of the mansion. Before the call which changed his narrative came in. He couldn't help but think of possibilities of events if that particular call didn't hit his phone at that particular time. The thoughts of these things did nothing but dig the hideous grudges which he had held against Madam Casper. Of course he haven't settled with his inner man yet about it. He didn't think he could ever settle. He knew deep down that he wouldn't stop until he had made the woman pay for everything which she had put him through. He had a couple ways to make that come to pass. Ev
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