"What the freak in the world are you saying? I'm not a poor lad. I am rich, and anyone with good eyesight can definitely attest to that," Norton said, still trying to pretend. "I didn't know that you were this kind of a person. Not only do you not have sympathy for human beings, and disregard the lowly, but you also lie. That seems like a good resume for your job," Alaric said. Norton clenched his fist. "Say one more word and I will give you a taste of my fist," he threatened Alaric, finally submitting to Alaric's technical mind game.Alaric stood tall, a sly grin playing on his lips. "So, Norton, have you finally submitted? I knew that you couldn't handle pretending for too long. Exactly as I had anticipated it to be," he said. Norton shot him a menacing glare, his fists clenched. "I swear, Alaric, say another word and I'll punch you."Internal fury raged within Norton as Alaric's smug satisfaction fueled his anger. Norton's eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring, a tempest of emotions
Norton felt as if he was defeated. He had used most of his energy to defend and then when he had gained momentum with adrenaline pumping in his veins, he was countered, and everything felt over, as he lay, weak, staring into emptiness. Alaric, rolling back to the floor, breathed heavily. Even if he managed to get Norton to the ground, he had received some amount of pain. He rolled his eyes at a defeated Norton.His gaze hardened as he surveyed Norton sprawled on the ground, struggling for breath. The taste of revenge lingered in the air, propelling him forward to strike once more. However, as he raised his weapon, which was his fist, trying to get back at him, when, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain spring from a spot of his body. What had hit him? He didn't know. The pain, initially a subtle whisper, escalated swiftly, coursing through Alaric's entire being with an intensity that left him momentarily paralyzed. It wasn't just a physical sensation; it was as if the very fabric of h
Norton's eyes widened in shock as he looked down at Alaric sprawled on the ground. Stuttering, he managed to ask, "Are… you bleeding?" The sight of Alaric's soaked clothes sent a chill down Norton's spine.Stammering through his words, Norton expressed disbelief that his kick had inflicted such harm on Alaric. Panic threatened to overtake him, but he fought to regain composure, forcing himself to stay calm. "I... I didn't want it to come to this," Norton confessed, addressing Alaric. "But I had no other option. I can't let you ruin everything. You are the one who is always making me angry, and I don't like it. I might actually hurt you when I am angry, and look. This is the result." His words hung heavy in the air as he reluctantly admitted to leaving Alaric to bleed until death.Alaric groaned in pain, helpless on the ground, unable to counter Norton' s cold decision. Norton turned away, determined to carry out the next steps of his plan. He marched towards the location where the ca
With a surge of determination, Alaric summoned every ounce of strength left in him. He launched a relentless assault, a flurry of punches and kicks that left Norton struggling to defend himself. Each strike resonated with the echoes of their tumultuous history, the consequences of choices made, and the paths diverged. Finally, Norton, fatigued and battered, found himself on the brink of defeat. He knew he had to do something. He tried to deliver a knockout punch to Alaric, but in a final act of defiance, Alaric gathered his remaining strength and, with a well-timed sweep, brought Norton to the ground. They both breathed heavily.“Finally. I got you,” Alaric mouthed out. Alaric's breaths came in ragged gasps as he stood over Norton, the taste of victory thick in the air. "Got you in place, Norton," he declared, his voice laced with exhaustion and triumph. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he caught his breath. With Norton down, Alaric's eyes flashed with a mix of determi
“I thought you said this is your time to make the orders now, Alaric. Why aren't you doing it? Why are you just lying helplessly doing nothing? How can you protect your secretary, or even find her, if you can't beat me? I'm the one who told you to come here to see her, but it is so unlucky that I don't have her with me. No matter what, I am sure that I will get out of this place with your money,” he said. “D… don't,” Alaric stuttered, gasping for air. “D… don't do it. She has gone through a lot… I don't… want her to suffer more.”“What? Your money?”“E… Evelyn. Tell me where she is…” Alaric requested.“I don't know. The only thing I know is that I am taking your money,” he said.“Please. I am begging you not to do this. Don't take the money without showing me where she is,” Alaric pleaded.“I told you that I don't know where she is. Why are you still asking me about her?!” He shouted. “If you want to know where she is then I think you should find out about that but don't ask me for h
Alaric attempted to land a punch to Norton, but he was unable, due to how weak he was, and he felt as if something was making his body stiff. He looked at his arm, so weak that it was shaking, and was surprised. His body was betraying him.“What's happening…?” At that moment, when he didn't expect it, another sudden pain in his body. This time, it was hotter, louder, and more anguishing than what he had ever imagined, and Norton just looked, shocked by what happened. He watched as Alaric's grip slowly loosened, and how Alaric was expressing pain, slowly, slowly moving down until he fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at what happened and was surprised to see the goons - the head one with a stick in hand.“What? What did you do to him? Why did you come out of the blues and attack him?” He asked.“I'm sorry for doing that, boss, but I was just trying to protect you. I heard something and I thought that the both of you were fighting, and I had no other option but to cal
The head of the goons bent down to check if Alaric was still right. He raised Alaric's hand, and let go of it immediately, trying to see if he would keep it up to show that some strength was left, and to prove that he was alive, but Alaric's hand fell to the ground. The goon's eyes widened, and he stared in shock at what he noticed.“What is going on? His hand just fell back to the ground,” he said. Norton looked at him, with a weird expression. “So what? His hand fell to the ground. Meaning what?” He asked.“I raised his hand to see if he would be able to keep his hand up, and that would prove there's still some strength left in him and some energy. His hand just fell back to the ground, and I'm really worried about what that means,” he said.“Can you tell me what it literally means?”“It could mean that…” All the goons, together with Norton, look at him with shocked eyes. “No way. Is that…?” The head goon asked.“He is dead,” Bob declared The head of the goons cast him a glare
"I was thinking that we should take his body and find a nearby place to put it. Maybe in the gutter, the river, or just some bushes,” Bob said. “Wow. That's a good idea,” the head goon said. “What?!” Norton exclaimed, in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with these men? He asked himself. Somehow, they seemed like psychos. Not seemed, they definitely were. "What the hell is wrong with all of you? Do you all realize that this is a matter of someone's life?” Norton asked. “Well, I assume if you were so worried about this person, you wouldn't have ordered us to beat him up,” Bob said. “I don't care about what you say, fellow. I know too well that you're just trying to piss me off and make me get angry at you but that won't work. I only called you guys here because I needed the money, and I want to have my revenge against him,” Norton said. “Revenge? I see. Well, if I may ask, what kind of revenge are you talking about? Do you have beef with him?” The head going asked. “If you c