Kian walked into the empty classroom with a gloomy expression. He raised his phone and called the class teacher again. RING! The next second, the chiming sounds of a phone reverberated in the classroom. The teacher's phone had been tossed to one side of the classroom and as Kian walked towards it, he suddenly heard a muffled sound. He halted, unsure if he had been mistaken but when he disconnected the call and the phone turned silent, he could hear the muffled sound again. "Mmph!" It was coming from the teacher's desk and it sounded like someone was struggling. Kian walked towards the desk steadily but stopped in his tracks when he saw the person making the sound. "Mmph!" It was the class teacher. He was looking disheveled and all tied up. His mouth was also sealed which explained why he was making the muffled sound. His face had a large, dark bruise like he had been hit by something hard. Kian crouched and untied him in a swift movement. As soon as the young man was
The contact number was completely untraceable no matter how Wesley tried to track it. Eventually, he called Kian and admitted his disappointment."General," His voice was unsteady with an underlying hint of fear. "That number does not exist."Kian didn't show any reaction to his words. In fact, he already expected that as he had tried to call the number many times. It seemed that person could only call him but he couldn't do the same."Hmm.""Hmm?" Wesley was confused. Was the general not angry? He would have mobilized some army forces to help out if the general hadn't instructed him strictly not to do so. "That person doesn't want to be found. He wants me to come to him."By now, Kian already had a vague understanding of the intention of that person. He was also waiting for the address but there was no message yet. However, he was a bit assured that Noah would be safe for the time being.That person wouldn't dare act rashly if he wanted to lure him there. So although he threatened t
Jack looked at Maddox's face which had stains of tiny blood droplets and shook his head. Ever since he learnt that his nephew, Felix lost his manhood and was even killed, he seemed to like castrating his victims now. The first time Jack had witnessed such a horrifying scene, he was a bit frightened but now he no longer reacted to it. "Boss," Another man emerged from the shadows, holding a laptop and wearing headphones. "He has gotten the message." "Good," Maddox tipped his hat and turned to look at Jack who was wiping his hands. "Are you sure you want to take the kid there?" Jack dropped the dirty rag and rushed up to him, affirming eagerly, "He humiliated me that night. He must have a taste of his own medicine. Then I'll track that woman and make her mine." Jack grinned dreamily like he already had everything planned out. He didn't notice the mysterious smile on Maddox's face. "Fine but you have to work harder tonight. He has some military connections. He is more difficu
Jack chortled at the boy's words and stalked towards the cage. Even though the boy tried to get away, there was only little he could do. Jack caught him and dragged him out roughly. "Let me go! Daddy loves me the most! He will come for me! Let me go!" The boy didn't stop crying. PLAK! "Shut up, you little bastard!" Jack slapped him hard out of frustration. Noah's tender cheek immediately reddened and swollen. He couldn't make another sound out of fear and cried silently. Jack indifferently pulled out one of Noah's short hands. "Just how much pain will that bastard feel when I chop off your fingers... I guess we'll just have to find out." Noah shook his head frantically and cried louder as Jack raised his knife and lowered it speedily. SLASH! Noah screamed loudly. However, it wasn't because his finger was chopped off. It was because— "Gah!" Jack let out a strangled gasp as he staggered backwards, lifting up the bloody stump of his mutilated arm. His severed wrist
Kian held the man's gaze in the dimly lit room and shook his head slightly before raising his own blade. SWOOSH! Before the assassin could react, Kian moved fluidly, his presence flickering out of the dim light so the assassin couldn't discern his movement. When the assassin could finally react, he only felt clothes brushing against him and wielded his blades forward in an attempt to strike. CLING! Kian evaded the attacks and made his own move. The strike was so light and casual, the assassin only felt the cold steel strike him and didn't react in pain. When Kian stepped back into the light, the assassin's gaze focused on him with a strong killing intent but however, when he tried to move, his body did not obey. His insides coiled with an overwhelming pain, he turned dizzy and the blades fell out of his hands. Stumbling forward, he collapsed, panting heavily. Blood gushed out of the pierced hole in his back, splashing all over. "How is this possible?" Maddox staggere
Maddox laughed for some minutes before realizing something was wrong. Kian didn't look scared of his threats.Heck, the bastard was even smiling and looking calm. Has he killed so many people and has forgotten how it feels to be killed?"You... What are you smiling at? My men will soon be here! They will—"THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!Maddox was suddenly interrupted by the noise of a chopper. The lights illuminated around the dark environment, reflecting through the windows.Maddox looked around with a puzzled expression. What's going on? Kian chuckled and took a few steps backwards, his feet hammering on the floor.He gestured at a window with his bloody blade. "Why don't you look out of the window at your exceptional men?"Maddox knew at that moment that something was definitely wrong. Holding in his pain, he rushed to the nearest window with his bleeding severed arm.But as soon as he looked out, his face turned deathly pale and he froze. Outside the window, the lights from the chopper ill
When the father and son got home, it was already late at night. Savannah was waiting in the sitting room, pacing to and fro. As soon as she heard the creak of the door, she rushed forward. Her restrained tears finally let loose as they walked in. She crouched and gripped Noah in a tight hug, crying bitterly. Each time her little boy was kidnapped, it felt like one part of her was ripped off painfully. The feeling was so dreadful she didn't think it was possible to feel anything more painful than it. "Mommy, don't cry," Noah patted her back gently. His familiar voice only made her cry harder. "Mommy look, I'm fine." Savannah pulled away and smothered his face with kisses. "My poor baby..." Although Noah was overwhelmed by her kisses, he understood that she was only being sensitive and stood quietly. After a while, when she had gotten Noah into bed, Savannah was finally calm. When she walked out of the room, Kian was sitting on the sofa, observing a cut on his palm. He
Everyone in the hall felt a sense of mixed feelings. One couldn't decipher if it was fear, despair or horror. It felt like doomsday and the only question in all their hearts was, 'Is this the end?' "Are we all just going to wait here for death to come?" A member of the Gray's family questioned. Kian had promised them that on his parents' next death anniversary, he was going to make them all assemble and repent of their sins. After that, he was going to write inscriptions on his parents' tombstones with their blood. The deadline was fast approaching. It was almost time. Is this how they would all perish? "No," Thomas Sinclair slammed a palm on the desk. "I refuse to sit here and wait for my death sentence. There must be a way... There must be a way out." No matter what the problem is, there is always a solution. Although Thomas spoke resolutely, he was trembling. He was usually more calm and composed than his friend, Jonathan. But after how everything had turned out, he coul