Days later, and finally, Arnold arrived home.He should be delighted, he thought to himself as he pulled open the door to his flat and entered. He wasn't, but then he wasn't sad either. However, his thoughts were still preoccupied with the previous events and everything that had occurred. He still hadn't healed emotionally from the botched bomb attack, and although being released from the hospital, his anxiety for Mr. Xiu's safety remained great. That's why he'd assigned four of his most trusted gang members to keep a close eye on Mr. Xiu until everything was back to normal.Arnold remembered Mr. Xiu's horrified expression when he'd brought the four guys to stay with him in the hospital room and how, jokingly, he'd convinced the older man that the men meant no harm and would protect him from all sides.When Mr. Xiu questioned who they were and where Arnold got them, he lied through his teeth and told his mentor that the men had been hired from a top-tier security firm. Mr. Xiu, fortu
"It's the tattoo. I recognize it. I know who's behind all of this.” Arnold said again, his teeth clenched as shocking wrath coursed through him. He should have known better. His assumption was correct, but the fact that someone close to him had done something so heinous hit him like a punch in the gut. How could he? How could the motherfucker hide behind some ridiculous disguise to conceal such nefarious intents and terrible intentions towards an innocent man like Mr. Xiu? Arnold was enraged by these questions and thoughts. It disgusted him to the core, and the words replayed in his head repeatedly. He could almost smell the foolery in the air, and frigid wrath grabbed him, each thought threatening to overpower and consume him whole. "You know who's behind all of this?" Sasha interrupted his thoughts, and Arnold nodded curtly. "The cretin!" Arnold hissed to himself, hands clinched, his gaze returning to the blurry screen. He wanted to double-check the tattoo on the man's wrist j
Days had passed since Arnold had hacked into Mr. Kein’s fishing company server and dug into the files, unearthing secrets that could bring down the entire company. Arnold had disguised himself as a poor, jobless man looking for work, just as Sasha had instructed.Fortunately for him, he'd been quickly hired—according to the manager, the company could use more hands—and was now working the night shift at the fish factory. Arnold didn't mind at all, and even though the wage wasn't great, he wasn't complaining. Besides, he wasn't working here because he needed a paycheck or to pay his bills. He was here because he needed substantial knowledge and evidence to expose Mr. Kein. Disguised as a worker, this cover would allow him to examine the organization's day-to-day operations and possibly witness something crucial along the way. Arnold was unusually confident in starting on this covert mission with this blazing resolve.He'd also learned the art of blending in with the employees bustlin
'We have an issue, boss.' While reporting on the matter at hand, Kein replayed the words his guys had informed him a few minutes before in his head repeatedly.Following the botched bomb attack, the men he'd deployed to monitor Mr. Xiu were having difficulty getting through to him. The covert surveillance on Mr. Xiu had stopped, but why? This was something Kein was curious about."I'm still listening." Despite his rage, he kept his tone calm and his expression emotionless. "Tell me everything right now!"“I—“ One of the men began but was cut off before he could continue. "We haven't been able to meet privately with Mr. Xiu at the hospital where we tracked him too because he has some rather strong protection in place." Another chimed in."Huh, what do you mean?" Kein inquired, perplexed. "We mean that finding a vulnerability or trying to attack and smother him secretly is nearly impossible because he's heavily guarded. Security men are stationed at his bedside and outside the hospita
"Raise your hands. Legs spread. Move your body." The commands were given by a stout-looking man at the building's door, and the workers obeyed without hesitation. Except for Arnold, who remained motionless, his face crossed between 'I'm so bewildered' and 'fuck this.' He'd come to work earlier this evening with excitement and trepidation. Tonight, was the night of the mysterious event, and he'd been chosen as one of the workers serving at the event the day before. When he entered the premises, he encountered an unusual mob standing in a rowdy queue while they were carefully checked. Every member of staff and worker was subjected to comprehensive searches to verify that no one was carrying any mobile devices or unapproved equipment. But why was this so? And what on earth was going on? What type of terrible thing was taking place that cameras weren't even permitted? Should he be concerned? Should he turn around right now and go home before things get out of hand? One voice in Arnol
Kein paced about his office, his hands shaking and his blood boiling as he stared at the photo in his hands. "You mean to tell me that this exact man disrupted last night's event?" He inquired, his jaw clenched and his voice low. His body was stiff, and he couldn't keep it together any longer."Yes, sir. But don't worry, we took care of him and..." The man continued, but Kein had tuned him out.He couldn't believe what he was seeing. And various thoughts raced through his mind at the exact moment. What was Arnold up to in his fish factory? How the fuck had he even discovered the location? What exactly did this mean?"Are you saying that this man is a real worker?" Kein asked, his hand shaking as he gave the photo to one of the men standing. "When did he start working? I need complete information."The man in front of him promptly responded, providing Kein with all the answers he needed. Arnold had worked the night shift at the workplace a few days before. When Kein asked his men to
Arnold felt he was going through a trap door when he arrived at the scheduled meeting spot to have supper with Kein. The weight of his emotions, both angry and frustrated, was dragging him down, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. Arnold had been feeling off-kilter since the killer and traitor had called a few days before, demanding dinner. He still couldn't shake the strange feeling that had overwhelmed him since that phone conversation, and it was getting worse by the minute. He walked inside the spooky eatery as if nothing was wrong and as if he had no ulterior agenda, but he knew better. Something was wrong. It wasn't even something minor. The entire evening felt strange. Arnold could also sense that something significant would happen tonight, and it would change the trajectory of his life. Tonight would make or mad Mr. Kein's destiny too, and as he pulled the restaurant door open, Arnold exhaled deeply. The entire establishment was deserted, devoid of customers, and he la
The dimly lit room echoed with the sound of a single gunshot. The silence that followed was broken when a lifeless Arnold discovered Mr. Kein's gunshot had hit him. The blood streaming from his ear was also warm and sticky, but it didn't appear dripping on him. It rained on the marble-tiled floor, collecting in a little puddle nearby. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Arnold muttered to himself as he tried to shift his body and reach his feet, but he couldn't. His entire body was on fire, and his head seemed detached from his body. He couldn't breathe without wheezing in pain, and every time he moved an inch, it felt like he was being stabbed with a mass of scorching red embers. No! This was not how the evening was meant to unfold. He'd even prayed earnestly that if anything wrong happened, he'd be on the receiving end of something nice. This was not the case! Was this the end of his life? What would happen if he died right now? Who would look after Jia? Arnold tried to dismiss the frig