THE TRIBAL WAR

Jack Gunter finally had the AOC under his feet, nowhere to run to, no one to run to, nobody to run to. But one man stood his ground, knowing fully well that Jack was a human like them all.

“I heard the dead man is still alive,” a familiar voice breezed into the home of Mr. Flair, then employed the presence of robust male figure, walking into Mr. Flair’s mansion, sauntering as he perceives the flowers used to decorate the garden. The man exceeded a calm demeanor, as all he did had a peaceful order. He looked quite gentle, but was he?

Mr. Flair who was absent minded, jolted back into reality, tilting his neck to see a man dressed in a really sophisticated black colored suit. He is taken aback by who stood in his presence, very well aware that that man died a long time ago, long before the supposed death of Jack Gunter.

“And by the dead man, are you talking about yourself or Jack Gunter?” Mr. Flair asked, still astounded by the man standing in front of him. Who could have ever imagined t