Mission to Wealth

Chapter 5

The atmosphere remained silent as the men locked eyes with Gibson, who seemed to have just awakened from a long slumber. His gaze emitted a myriad of burning anger.

"What should we do?"

"We can't retreat just like that. The young master will surely punish us."

"In that case, let's confront him head-on. After all, there are more of us, while he's alone."

"Alright, some of the guys attack that scoundrel, and the rest bring the woman."

The men sounded like they were both questioning and strategizing for their next move.

In the frozen moment of tension, the men, with eyes full of anger and ill intent, prepared to initiate the fight. Some of them were even readying themselves to approach the trembling beautiful woman.

However, amidst this uncertainty, like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, Gibson rose with a firm and resolute stance.

"Stop!" Gibson exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the area.

As fast as lightning, Gibson leaped towards the woman, creating a solid barrier between her and the men who were pursuing her. The footsteps of the men who had been strategizing came to a halt. Their faces turned pale.

"No one is allowed to harm this woman," he added, his tone like a gust of wind crashing through, filling the air with courage and determination that felt like a flag waving in a storm.

"We won't back down. Whatever the risk, we still need to bring that woman to our boss."

The men stared at Gibson with surprise and anger. They hadn't anticipated someone defending the woman. They began to step forward, ready to confront Gibson.

Without hesitation, without a word more, the battle erupted once again. However, this time, Gibson fought back with his hidden but fiery strength. He moved like a shadow emerging from the darkness, with strikes and kicks that sliced through the air.

Like a lion newly awakened from slumber, Gibson surged forward with astonishing speed and precision.

The men were instantly thrown off balance. Out of breath, they were entranced by his sudden movements.

Gibson witnessed how the men, once so confident and full of malicious intent, now fell one by one, like trees toppling in a storm.

'Incredible. He moves as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder. He truly proves himself as an unmatched fighter,' thought the beautiful woman, gazing at Gibson in admiration.

In a short span of time, with just a few movements, the battle had come to an end. The men who had previously threatened the woman now lay helpless on the ground.

Gibson stood amidst them, his breath steady, his eyes shining with unwavering determination.

The woman still gazed towards Gibson, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. She saw in Gibson's eyes a blazing fire, a fire that ignited the desires and courage to protect.

Gibson had become a hero in this gripping tale. He had become a light in the threatening darkness that had loomed over the woman's life.

As the air regained its calmness, Gibson extended his hand towards the woman. His cold demeanor transformed into warmth. A gentle smile appeared on his face, like the sun gradually emerging after a storm. The woman was taken aback.

"Are you alright, Miss?" he asked with genuine concern, his voice flowing with tranquility and warmth, like a peaceful stream.

The woman was momentarily stunned, as if she had been jolted from a dream into reality. She smiled and nodded, a feeling of safety and protection enveloping her.

"Thank you. You truly are a hero to me for saving me," the woman said, blushing and looking down.

Gibson shook his head, displaying his sincere smile. "I simply did what was right. Protecting the vulnerable is the calling of my heart."

In a few brief seconds, a new chapter in their lives had taken shape. The battle had brought them together, binding them in the bonds of bravery and hope.

The evening sky spread with soft orange and red hues as Gibson left the battle scene. Under the warm twilight glow, he walked wearily towards the hospital.

His heart still felt heavy, burdened by the financial worries of his mother's surgery expenses that loomed over him.

"Where else can I find that much money?" Gibson wondered to himself.

Before long, Gibson's steps came to a sudden halt as he realized footsteps were following him from behind. He turned around, surprised to see the beautiful woman he had saved earlier trailing him.

Her black hair flowed gracefully in the evening breeze, and her eyes shone like stars in the night sky.

"It's you!"

Gibson felt a slight surprise at her presence. He nodded politely, unsure how to respond.

"Yes, me," the woman said, folding her hands in front of her chest with a smile towards Gibson.

"Are you alright? Are they still bothering you?" Gibson asked.

The woman smiled gently. "There's nothing for you to worry about anymore. I'm safe, thanks to you."

Gibson felt a sense of relief hearing that answer. He didn't know her, but there was an odd feeling that arose as they locked eyes.

"Why did you follow me? You're free from the men who were after you. You should go home," Gibson said with a puzzled look.

"I don't know where else to go," she said softly.

Gibson became even more perplexed by the situation. Despite the confusion and unanswered questions, he decided to focus his mind on his mother, who was currently hospitalized.

"I actually want to go to the hospital to check on my mother. Would you like to come to the hospital with me?" Gibson asked, though hesitantly.

The woman nodded with a joyful glint in her eyes. "Yes, may I come with you?"

"Alright."

Gibson nodded in agreement, and they both headed towards the hospital. Their conversation along the way flowed like a calm stream.

"We've been talking for a while now, but we don't know each other's names," the woman said.

"You're right. It's rare for me to talk so freely like this," Gibson replied with a smile.

"I'm Calista." She extended her right hand.

Gibson smiled awkwardly as he shook the hand of the woman who introduced herself as Calista.

"I'm Gibson. Gibson Altarkan."

"It's a pleasure to get to know such a great guy like you," Calista said.

They continued walking towards the hospital. As they entered the building, they made their way to an inpatient room. Through the window of the room, Gibson and Calista could see a middle-aged woman lying helpless.

"Who is she? Is she your mother, Gibson?"