Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

"What the hell was that?"

The bouncer was all over Alves' face, as he held unto Alves' neck in such a ruthless grasp. And while Alves was still thinking of what to do,

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Alves heard his Ri drop in his head. He could tell that much that it was his Ri. He was acquainted with the voice and that was not the problem at that moment. There seemed to be more to the confusion.

He understood what the Ri was telling him to do; the Ri was encouraging and advising him to deny ever knowing what the bouncer was talking about.

Even though he had no idea what his Ri was up to, yet he didn't want to argue with it yet. One thing which he knew for sure was the fact that the Ri would never push him into such a nightmare that he wouldn't be able to help himself from.

Alves put one of his hands on the back of the hand of the bouncer; the hand which was putting pressure on his neck.

He didn't have to put much pressure on it, because the hand of the bouncer slowly left his neck.