Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Villian..."

Alves knew that it was too late to leave. He had brought a great attention to himself. Perhaps if he had thought it through, he wouldn't had found himself in that situation.

He took a few seconds to look at his back. The car was still there. He could only wonder. Why are the men still there? If they were scared as they claimed, they should have left. But they remained there. Why? To protect him?

Alves couldn't really tell. Perhaps he was beginning to think too much. He couldn't really tell. But then he realised that he didn't have much time. The clicking of the cameras and the blinding lights of the flashes bathed him in illumination.

Then came the sudden voice,

"What do you have to say about this?"

Alves had no choice but look back at his front. To think that he had become so popular over night? It was such a crazy thing to think about.

Looking at the front, he was trying to figure out who asked the questions amongst the group. But when he thought he had found the exact onwer of t