"But he said he broke into his uncle's house. So, who exactly were the people killed?" Edward asked."Well, he didn’t lie. The people killed were his uncle's son and his wife, who still lived with his father. It’s reported that he tried to escape after the shooting, but he was caught by a local vigilante on duty that night and handed over to the police.""So, does that mean there’s no way to help him out?""There’s a way. From what was stated here, he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. And the person killed is also a wanted criminal. If we can locate the person who did it, we might be able to set him free.""And how can we find that person?""The vigilante knows who they are, and he’s hiding somewhere. If we offer him a reasonable amount, he might expose the real shooter, and your friend can go free.""And how much would that take?" Edward asked."Just 300 rands," the barrister replied."Done. Just make sure you get me out of here first, then we can deal with his case." After gat
Edward was escorted out of the field towards the police counter, where he reached for his wallet, brought out some cash, and handed it to the inspector. "Now, can I have medical aid?" he asked, watching as Haske smiled while receiving the money. Edward was taken to the medical center, where the doctor attended to him. There, he discovered that some people actually bribed their way out of hard labor in prison. Had he known earlier, he would have paid and remained in the cell while the rest endured the labor. Somehow, he still felt pity for the other prisoners. He stayed in the medical center until nightfall and was then returned to the prison. Upon entering the prison, he noticed that half the prisoners were asleep, while those awake were leaning weakly against the wall, including Muktar. At the sight of Edward, Muktar quickly stood up and approached him. "Hey, how's your leg?" he asked. "It's fairly okay. I can see y'all are tired." "Yes, the work today was tedious. We w
"What do you mean? Are you serious?" Muktar said as he took the paper, his eyes fixed on it. He was surprised. That same surprise could be found on Edward's face too. They both quickly read the content on the paper and saw it was a fine of 5,000 rands for each of them. Amidst the shock, the prisoners also congratulated Muktar for his freedom. "Let's go discuss outside," Inspector Haske said, and they all walked out of the prison. They got to the police interrogation room, where they saw a man with dreaded hair seated, his hands cuffed. Upon seeing the guy, Muktar shouted at the top of his voice, "That's him! That's the guy who shot at the couples!" He said angrily. That moment, he felt like he should rush the guy and strangle him to death but he restrained himself. Edward and Muktar moved forward to the counter, where Edward paid a whopping sum of 10,000 rands for his and Muktar's bail. After that, they were given their belongings held by the police, and they finally left th
"Has your dad ever had any disagreements with someone in his office?" Edward questioned suspiciously. Muktar went into a quick thought before he replied. "Well, the one I can think of is with Officer Basit, and that's his PA." "You mean the same PA who came into the office when he slumped?" Edward asked. "Yes, that's him. They had a little disagreement, which my dad talked about, but they were cool. My dad never saw him as a threat, and I don't think he is." "Your dad not seeing him as a threat doesn't mean it wasn't the case for him. He might have seen your dad as a threat to his own plans. Well, I don’t think there’s much to be done now. He’s been buried already without an autopsy result," Edward said. "Yeah, you're right," Muktar replied, seeming sober. "Don’t worry, bro. It’s all in the past. I’m glad you’re out of prison, and most glad you were the one who pulled the trigger on your uncle. It would have been a different story by now." "Yeah, and all thanks to you. I
In a large, spacious laboratory filled with sophisticated medical equipment and professional doctors, lab scientists carried out their experiments on various chemicals, while a short, bald-headed man dressed in corporate attire walked around the lab, carefully supervising the janitors cleaning any spills made on the floor by the scientists. "Be fast with the cleaning. Immediately," the supervisor said to Edward, who was spying on one of the lab scientists having difficulty with his experiments. "Use hydrogen peroxide instead of sulfur in mixing the chemicals. There's a high probability it would give you the required specimen you need," Edward said to the scientist with a voice above a whisper. Following Edward's advice, the scientist did exactly what Edward suggested, and "Tada!" he screamed. "Yes, it worked, Edward. You are a genius," he said to Edward, who just smiled and continued with his cleaning. "Edward is actually a genius. I don't know why he is working as a cleaner when h
Edward's voice broke through the pleasurable sounds that filled the room, making Sandra and Richard jolt in shock and face reality."Edward, what the hell are you doing here?" Reaching for her clothes on the floor, Sandra said in shock. Mr. Richard also dragged his pants up to cover himself."What do you mean by that question? Are you out of your mind? I should be asking what you are doing with your so-called business partner," Edward answered, his voice breaking in disappointment as he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were seeing."Baby, who is this guy?" Mr. Richard asked with a confused expression, his eyes still locked on Edward. But Edward was quick to reply before Sandra did."I'm her husband, and who the fuck are you?" Edward said angrily."Enough, Edward, just shut up!" Sandra yelled at him, turning to Richard. "Don't mind him, Richard. He's the peasant I told you about, the one I fell in love with while I was in college, who unfortunately turned out to be my husban
With both hands cuffed, Edward walked through the narrow corridor of Ashville's prison, with two prison guards flanking his side. Each step he took further was him passing a cell locked with inmates. The 24 hours grace given to him to pay up the fine had elapsed without him meeting up to the charges. Where was he gonna get $10,000 from when he couldn't even come up with part of the money for his mother's surgery? His savings was barely up $2000 as he had taken out from it several times, trying to satisfy his wife's incessant quest for material things. Mr. Richard had intentionally caused this because he knew Edward wouldn't be able to come up with such an amount. Who was going to take care of his mom now when he's away? He had no friends or relatives. Who was gonna pay for his mom's dialysis in his absence? She wouldn't even last more than a week before the doctors disposed of her body. Life is indeed difficult for the poor.As they guarded him to his cell, the noise that emanated fr
Edward took a few steps back, terrified by the angry-looking men around him. He was completely surrounded by the tyrants of the cell he was told about—the Black Vipers. Why was he so slow to have noticed it was Marcus Santosh from the beginning?He scanned the dining room to see if anyone would say a word, but no one was willing to help him. It was just him against the horrible-looking men."You dared punch Marcus Santosh in the face. It's like you have no respect," Marcus said in his Mexican accent, his burning gaze on Edward's frightened face."I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to. I'm a new inmate," Edward begged, and the men all broke into laughter."Hahahahaha.""Yeah, I know you are new, and that's why I'm not going to be different with you, unlike others. Since you punched me, you must be a good fighter. There's only one way out. We are both going to fight one on one. If you beat me, you have my respect and you are free, but if I beat you, you are going to be my puppet, and I promis