Mr Clark gazed at Casper perplexed. Just an hour ago, he had given Casper and his men the task of disinterring the cemetery, how come he showed up in his office looking like he was the one dug out of the ground. He looked terrible!“What happened to you?” Mr Clark asked, his eyes widened like he would hear with it.Casper hesitated, what was he to tell his boss, that two unarmed men beat the hell out of them and they could not disinter the cemetery? He was Mr Clark’s enforcer, shame would not allow him say it out.“I asked you a question!” Mr Clark growled beginning to loose his temper.Unable to stare his boss in the face, Casper disclosed. “…..” “What?” Mr Clark exclaimed, startled. “Are you trying to say two unarmed men did this to the five of you?” Mr Clark asked, disbelief crawling his face.“Yes,” Casper affirmed slowly with a nod, his face still facing the ground.“Unbelievable! How could you and your men be such weaklings to allow two men humiliate you this way?” Mr Clark was
“Let’s see if you can fight quite well as much as you talk,” Mr Clark sneered as his men surrounded August, his two security men and Mr Hayes. The men’s eyes had one thing in common, murderous.“I think you might want to reconsider this. Ask this dog for a thug of yours how it ended when he tried something similar,” August said gazing at Casper.Mr Clark sniffed, “I can see you are out of your senses; they are just four of you surrounded by sixteen men. Not the four on five as earlier”. Actually it was more of a one on four earlier!August and his security were still calm, not panicking at all. As a matter of facts, August stood unbothered, his hands wrapped in front of his chest like he was on a queue waiting for his turn to buy a burger. Mr Hayes couldn’t take in the sight of what could happen next, he closed his eyes and prayed his last. With a cold smirk, Mr Clark instructed: “Beat them to a pulp!” Not only were Mr Clark’s men having the number advantage, they were all armed wi
At the other end of the scene, the screams of pain and the cracking sounds of bones echoed enormously at the cemetery’s entrance. The two men looked indifferent as they crushed the gangsters arms; they were as cold as monsters!“No, please don’t do it. You’ve already broken one of my arms, please not this one. I’m begging you!” Casper pleaded desperately as one of the men approached him.But his desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, the man sneered coldly and downed his weight on poor Casper’s other arm. Casper couldn’t help but yelp loudly like a distressed raccoon till he succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness. Who wouldn’t have fainted— two of his arms were crushed callously within a span of one hour!Seeing his men groan in pain on the bare ground and Casper loss consciousness, Mr Clark’s face was covered with cold sweat. His fear took a new surge in height. He had experienced gang clash but had never seen anything like this— it wasn’t even a gang clash, two men just made a mes
“You choose the wrong person to go up against with, too bad you will not be alive to regret it,” Mr Clark sneered cleaning off the sand on his clothes.The cars reached the entrance and parked recklessly, the men jumped out swiftly like soldiers, a total of fifteen men all together. They were all armed with various guns. Why won’t they have different kinds of guns? Their boss was an arms dealer after all.They were led by Eddie, the man that earlier came to Mr Clark’s office to report the ambush by K2 on him and his men. He quickly paced towards them, the men closely following behind, their faces as cold as an iceberg. Eddie’s lip tightened and his brows furrowed when he saw his colleagues on the floor groaning in pain. “Are we too late, Mr Clark?”“No, Eddie, you are just on time,” he sneered.“But where are the gang members that did this,” Eddie asked perplexed, gesturing towards the men on the floor.“There are not gang members, Casper and his men are worthless. They couldn’t eve
The accelerating convoy caused all the gangsters as well as Mr Clark himself to ponder tremendously. Who could that be? Though they were all staring at the mysterious cars perplexed, their guns with still pointed at the four men.They all knew only the low class people buried their dead there, the owner’s of the cars were surely not coming to pay respect to someone buried in that cemetery. Then what could’ve brought such a mogul to the cemetery?As their questions swirled in their minds, the cars arrived and parked next to the sleek black vehicles that Mr. Clark and his men had brought earlier, making the latter look like jalopies in comparison.Four men in tailored navy blue suits with glasses on, emerged from each of the twelve cars. One of the men hurriedly walked towards the thirteenth car and pulled the door open.A man with a white beard jumped out of the car and hurried toward the cemetery entrance, where the drama was unfolding. Over forty men followed closely behind him, thei
Mr Clark and his men panicked terribly, they knew whom the threat was coming from. Mr Clark already on his knees quickly crawled towards August, clutching his legs. “Mr Gibson, please forgive my ignorance. I did no know it was you…”Thud!“Get your filthy hands off my young master!” One of the security men kicked him hard on his chest sending him to crash his back against the ground.As if that was not enough, Mr Kane picked him up from the ground by his collar like a piece of paper and slapped his face three more times. “You wanted to disinter this cemetery, right? I’ll kill you and bury you right here” Mr Kane spat coldly.Mr Clark was covered in cold sweat, he was shaking like a leave in a storm. Even his men had never seen him this frightened, they had always known their boss to be brutal and cruel; a toughened sadist. They never imagined he would be this scared in front on anyone.Mr Clark quickly dropped to his knees, trembling as his forehead touched the ground. “Please forgive
Damien scanned the room before approaching one of the waiters, he seized his collar and yanked him towards his scary face. “Where is your filthy manager, Mike? He is supposed to bring protection money to us every week and he failed. Where is he?” Damien inquired angrily.The waiter was trembling, his legs were like a jelly, he panicked in fear like he was in the hands of the grim reaper. As the waiter was battling with anxiety and finding his words, Ava quickly approached.“Can I help you, gentlemen?” she asked, forcing a smile. Of course she knew who Damien and his men were, but she was now the manager of the restaurant, she had to act like one.Damien shoved the man by the side and arrogantly approached her. He noticed the tag flaunting on her chest ‘Ava Gray, Manager’. “Where is Mr Mike?” he asked with a puzzled-frown.“Mr Mike no longer works here, I’m the new manager. Can I help you?” “Mr Mike usually paid protection money to us every week so that we don’t have to come here and
“The Turners?!” August snorted, causing the man to frown. “Haven’t you quite learnt your lesson being an errand dog to the Turners? You should try to consider finding yourself another job, a decent one for that matter,” August added firmly.Damien’s lips tightened, “look here fool! My men and I haven’t forgotten what you did to us at Mr Doe’s office, so you better remained quiet and don’t provoke us more… Or else we will beat the hell out of you,” he threatened angrily, but in a lower tone.August scoffed, he knew Damien did not want anyone else to hear about what happened at Mr Doe’s office, where he and his men were beaten to a pulp. That would be embarrassing to his reputation, he and his men have always carried their shoulders high to the skies, claiming they are untouchable in the city.“Listen here, everyone,” August called out, attracting the trembling eyes in the room towards him. “There is something I would want to tell you about these men. Just few days ago at Mr Doe’s offic