The Genuine Top G Alexander Davis

003 - The Smoke

Alex did live in a remote island with a hermit named Morgan Davis. He even takes that man’s surename as his. But he never knew that the old man whom he consideres as his father was that great.

  

“Last Tuesday you said?” asks Alex.

  

Boris nods once composedly. That’s actually a day right after the date in the official paper that Sofia gave to Alex, which of course makes Alex even more curious.

  

“I take that you never study under him, yet you seem to be quite close to my teacher,” utters Alex.

  

“It’s because of Sofia's father. Rodolfo Vega also studied under him for 8 years when he was young, and became a great businessman after that. After you, Rodolfo Vega was the second longest person living with that old man. They were quite close.”

  

That one really catches Alex’s interest. He never knew that his late father-in-law also studied to the same teacher as him in that remote island.

  

“When Rodolfo Vega got old and sick which led his company into a crisis, he also learned about you,” continues Boris. “He sent me to meet Morgan Davis asking for help. And that old hermit sent you to save Vega’s company. Am I right?”

  

“Yes! And now they kicked me out of that family after what I have done to them,” grumbles Alex as he turns away with a mounting anger. “There’s no way I’m going to let this slide.”

  

After hearing that story, only then does Alex learn the reason he was sent to this city and to work for Rodolfo Vega. But he still doesn’t understand why he was told to win Sofia’s trust and marry her.

  

While he is still in his reveries, Boris catches up to him and gives a business card with a name Harry Gaines written on it.

  

“The old man told you to visit this man. I don’t know for what reason.”

  

“A new mission?” mumbles Alex with deep thought.

  

“Maybe that man needs your help too, just like with the late Rodolfo Vega. I know you have an issue with Sofia. But you better pay that man a visit first, so you don't embarrass your master. For the time being, you can stay at my place as long as you need.”

  

Boris gives a spare key to his apartment to Alex. And Alex accepts his kindness and takes his leave.

  

After entering Boris’ apartment, Alex sits on a couch in the living room, and spreads all the pictures that Sofia gave to him.

  

He can’t simply move on from it. Especially about his daughter, he can’t just let them take her out of his life.

  

His gaze is locked on those few pictures of that mysterious woman. He knows he needs to find her to clear the misunderstanding between him and Sofia.

  

But he can’t afford to just go back to Borneo and wastes his time there away from his daughter.

  

“No, I believe she is not even a local there. She must be from this town, the same as the one who hired her,” he speculates.

  

His attention then averted to the business card he received from Boris. He flips the cards, and finds an address of a nightclub behind it, written by hand.

  

Alex knows it’s the handwriting of Morgan Davis, the one who had taken care of Alex since he was still 7 years old.

  

Due to the magnitude of his debt to Morgan Davis, he ignores his issue with Sofia. He leaves the room, intending to visit the nightclub written in the back of that business card.

  

***

  

The note at the back of the card tells him to go to the alley right beside that nightclub. But there are some thugs guarding that area. The problem is, he only brings some folded papers and a pencil to take a note in case he needs it later.

  

He approaches that area, glances around and notices two CCTV cameras installed quite high on the wall.

  

“Excuse me. Is Harry Gaines here?” asks Alex to one nearest thug.

  

But the thug just keeps silent. He looks quite young, but his glare gives an impression like he is enduring the urge to eat Alex.

  

Alex sighs once. Oddly, he then stands leaning to the wall, pulling out his pencil and a paper, and starts drawing a sketch. And indeed, he manages to draws that one thug’s attention to him.

  

“Hey! What the hell are you doing there?” The thug approaches him with an unfriendly manner.

  

“I’m just drawing a sketch of your face,” says Alex.

  

He snatches the paper from Alex, and takes a look. The dude looks a bit impressed by the quality of the sketch. But then he nonchalantly crumples the paper, and throws it. He comes closer, and blows his smoke right at Alex’s face.

  

“Get the hell out of here. This is not a tourist spot!”

  

The truth is, smokers are what Alex hates the most. And more than that, he hates a smoker who blows the smoke right at his face.

  

Without giving a warning, Alex slaps the dude with the back of his hand. In one move after that slapping, he manages to catch the cigarette that slips off from the dude’s lips.

  

“Son of bitch!” The dude sends his right knuckle.

  

Alex easily catches it, and pinches the tip of the burning cigarette to the dude’s forehead.

  

“Aaanghh!!!”

  

“Man, your moan sounds like a bitch,” sneers Alex with a bit of cringed expression.

  

Another three dudes come to help his friends. Three consecutive huge swings fly toward Alex’s face.

  

Alex simply dukes down quickly three times to evade them. The three dudes lose their balance due to their own momentum after missing their target, and then fall together.

  

But then, a click sound occurs from Alex’s back. And he knows a gun has just been pointed at his head from behind.

  

“Who sent you?” A scary looking big guy questions with an intimidating low voice from behind.

  

Alex turns composedly toward that man. “Tell your boss that I was sent by The Great Hermit.”

  

Just by hearing the nickname of The Great Hermit, the scary looking guy immediately hides the gun and escorts Alex to his boss’s office.

  

As Alex enters the room, he glances around observing his surroundings. The big guy stands on the left side of the door. While there’s another big guy holding a gun on the right.

  

On the other end, there’s a middle-age man, with gray hair only on both sides of his head, sitting behind a working desk. There’s also one youngster sitting in front of the desk.

  

“Are you Harry Gaines?” asks Alex.

  

“Yes! And you?”

  

“My name is Alexander Davis. I was sent here by my teacher,” explains Alex composedly.

  

That middle-age man gives a slight gesture with his hand offering Alex to have a seat. Alex accepts his offer and pulls a chair.

  

The youngster beside him changes his sitting position by taking his chair heading directly to Alex. He keeps staring at Alex with an underestimating gaze.

  

This youngster is also a smoker holding a cigar in his hand. To make things worse, he is now blowing smoke at Alex without showing any respect to him.

  

“So, you are the only disciple of The Great Hermit?” asks Harry Gaines, raising one of his eyebrows showing so much doubt about Alex’s reputation.

  

“Yes, I am!”

  

“I did ask for help from that old man to find me a hitman that was trained under him. And he said he would send me his disciple,” says the man.

  

“What do you need from me?” asks Alex straight to the point.

  

“Do you know a man by the name Dylan Vega?”

  

Alex’s facial expression changes slightly. He admits he is not entirely a nobody in this city. He has been working for a big company like Vintage Vega, Inc. for almost ten years now. And he believes that Harry Gaines must have been familiar with his face.

  

“I take that you know my connection with Vega Family, and you know that Dylan Vega is still part of that family,” utters Alex.

  

“Yes, I know!”

  

“And you still want to hire me as a hitman to kill him?”

  

Harry Gaines nods with a composed face.