Victor and Rihana managed to untie Dylan, they helped Dylan walk away from the place. While Xiel and Rodhe fought, they exerted their strength to defeat each other. But Xiel wasn't as strong as Rodhe. Xiel had a small body that allowed him to move nimbly, but one blow from Rodhe was enough to make him lose a lot of stamina. Xiel was already staggering, but Rodhe looked like he could still beat 10 Xiel after this. "Just because of a stranger, who would have thought we'd end up like this, Xiel?" asked Rodhe, standing in front of Xiel who was already on the ground, growing weaker. Xiel looked at him with sharp, trembling eyes, his face covered in wounds; the top of his eyebrows as well as the corner of his torn lip were bleeding. He laughed. "Who would have thought that the person I would trust to help me would destroy my entire works because of his selfishness?" "Until the end, you still think I'm the guilty one, huh?" "And you still think I'm the guilty one for ignoring you and
Rodhe stopped when his foot stepped on something. He saw that his gun, which had been thrown, was under his feet. Rodhe smiled, let Victor go and let him fall before him while coughing. "Uhuk! Uhuk!" Victor held his neck, he sucked in air greedily. He looked at Rodhe with his gun, his eyes wide and panicked. "I found it," Rodhe said, "it would have been faster if I hadn't lost this thing earlier, you bitch." Bang! "AAAAKH!" "No, Victor!" Victor cried out in pain, clutching his thigh that was pierced by a hot bullet. Rodhe laughed as if it were entertainment. He grabbed Victor's head, forcing Victor to look at him with that tortured look. "Does it hurt that much?" asked Rodhe, dismissively. "You can imagine how it would feel if this bullet went through your chest, while I was going to take care of your friend." "No... no...!" Victor tried to stop, but he couldn't use his legs to chase. He crept over to touch the leg of Rodhe, who was walking away from him, towards Dylan. "
"What about your left hand?" Dylan looked at his casted arm slightly then looked back at Victor. “Nothing's serious. It will take a few weeks to heal.”“Ah, I see. I just a little bit worried because you open the door like you're gonna break it.” “Well, I'm so excited to hear your voice from outside. So I can't wait to open it with my hand and just kicked it.” Victor smiled awkwardly. "No wonder that sound makes me shocked.""I'm sorry." Dylan said. “And what about you? Do you still feel any pain?” “I am better after the doctor checked me up. Now I just wait for my body to recover well." “Your legs….” Dylan looked at Victor's broken left leg. There was a broken bone after Rodhe shot his thigh at such a short range. Victor laughed a little, so Dylan wouldn't feel sorry for him.“I'm okay. I thought the bullet was pierced my thigh, but my bone is kinda hard, huh.” He said, making Dylan look at him with apology.“I am so sorry, Vic, you’re must be in a great pain from it.” “No, n
"So you made such a deal with that villain?""Yes, I used his personal reasons to get him to cooperate.""He stole the file to find out something about his mother's case. I still don't understand why a file like that would be so crucial that stealing it could land someone in jail," Violet said, enjoying an ice cream in the shady outdoor cafe.Victor answered after swallowing his durian ice cream."The file contains major cases that not everyone can know about, no media is allowed to cover them, or for cases that shouldn't be solved.""What does that mean?" asked Violet.Victor looked at her and said, "Like entrapment cases where the main goal is not to find the perpetrator and put him in jail, but to ruin someone's life.""You mean... slander?""Yes.""So, was the case involving Xiel's mother 13 years ago just an accusation? And Xiel is looking for that case in order to solve it? He wants to prove his mother's innocence?"Victor snapped his fingers. "More or less," he said,
Antonio went back to see The Handler. In his room, they were still talking with the curtains drawn. "Still too shy to show your face?" asked Antonio, fiddling with his glass of chilled wine. "You look calmer than the last time we met, Antonio." "I don't think too much anger is a good thing at my age," replied Antonio, "after all, back then I was angry because you wouldn't tell me about my new system owner. But now, I can be more relaxed because I already know who he is." "Hm. Interesting. Who is he?" Antonio put his glass down rather hard, squared his body and said, "The loser who inherited my blood, the son of Rose." The Handler did not respond. Antonio leaned back casually in his chair. "It's quite unfortunate if this is true. I've never confirmed it firsthand, but from what I've noticed, it's not like you can do that much with just your inheritance, right?" asked Antonio, confident in his words. "Victor, a loser who just got an inheritance out of nowhere, can do many things
"So, where are you going to stay now?" asked Violet. They had finished lunch together and were about to head back. "To our apartment, or somewhere else we can still afford with our own money." There was a look of sadness on Vonn and Vincent's faces, but Victor ruined it with, "Oh, you're not going back home?" "What do you mean?" "I think after being in prison for so long, the place you miss the most is home." Vonn looked annoyed, but Vincent held back his hand. "Are you mocking us?" Victor laughed mockingly, "Do you feel offended?" After that, Victor walked first on his lame leg. "I'd love to kick one of his sticks and let him fall hard," Vonn said, looking vengeful. "Do you want me to talk to Dad?" Violet offered when Victor was some distance away, leaving Vonn and Vincent staring at her in confusion. "Now that the truth is known, Father will be relieved that you're innocent." "Forget it." "Hm?" Vonn looked unconcerned, as did Vincent. "We won't ask anything of dad." Vio
Xiel's jaw hardened, he clenched his hands into fists and stared intently. Victor spoke again. "Oh, and that time you played around when I wanted your cooperation, it was very annoying." "So you're reciprocating now?" "Yeah?" "Because you feel I played you once, now you want to play me too?" "I'm honestly not one to play games, but I don't know if you think I'm taking revenge." Xiel averted his gaze, holding back. He was upset but he could not put his ego first. "I'll be your partner." Xiel offered, hoping Victor would melt. "Someone with my skills would be very beneficial in this day and age and I'll make sure you don't regret having me as your partner." Victor did not look interested. "How about a slave?" "I wouldn't want to have a slave who is smarter than me." Xiel laughed, restrained himself again and then his gaze became more serious. He said, "In that case, get me out because the person I want to destroy is the person you also want to destroy." Victor stared at Xiel
Chapter 118 [1.6] Victor called his friends to come to his office, including Vander who-since who knows when-had become a part of Victor and his journey. "Good morning," Vander said, carrying his gym bag on his back and still a little sweaty. "Do you want to take a shower? I have a bathroom in this room," Victor said, offering. Vander just smiled and sat on the couch, drinking water. "No need. I'm going to get home and go to work." "Am I interrupting your schedule? You're supposed to shower and get to the hospital, right?" "Never mind," Vander chuckled, a rare thing Victor rarely saw. "Is this your first time calling us? I came because I know my best time to go to work. Behave as usual." Victor didn't know why he felt a little happy at Vander's words. He made his way to the sofa with a limping step, aided by his cane and still a bit of trouble. "Does your leg still hurt?" asked Vander as Victor sat across from him and waited for Vania and Violet to arrive. "It still hurts i