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
“If it isn't a million… then how much?” Norton asked himself. He didn't know the answer to the question. He was trying to figure out how much could be in the two briefcases. Maybe fifty thousand at most, he thought. “What? Did this dude fool me?” He couldn't believe that he was so hell-bent on revenge and fights that he didn't even realize the money Alaric brought. Once again, he was fooled. And by his nemesis, Alaric. He turned around and glared at Alaric who was lying helplessly on the floor. He was beginning to get angry again, wanting to kill Alaric for good. “Even after everything I did to you, you were still able to fool me. I clearly won the battle in the end, but you still had your way of stressing me out. Who the hell are you? I don't care about you. I don't care about your status either, because I know you are nothing but a cheap liar who is trying to use wealth that does not belong to him to showcase to people. I know who you are, Alaric, and in my eyes, you
Alaric lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, his body filled with bruises and wounds. Each breath sent pangs of pain radiating through him, a relentless reminder of the brutal punches he had endured. His vision blurred intermittently, making it difficult for him to focus on anything beyond the immediate haze of agony. Amidst the throbbing ache, a faint memory sparked in Alaric's mind – the chip. He fumbled with the torn remnants of his coat, desperately searching for the small device that could be his lifeline. The communication chip, a discreet beacon to the A-V squad's commander, held the potential to turn the tide in this dire situation. He knew that the commander might have been trying to get a hold of him, but he didn't know where the chip was and wasn't able to connect to the commander. He wondered how his mother was doing, and was sure that if she knew that he was in that kind of situation, she would have come immediately to help. With shaky hands, he tried to prop
After the discussion with the commander, Alaric was beginning to have hope. He knew that he could be rushed to the hospital very quickly if they found him and he had gotten the cheap to communicate with the commander on time. He had already thought about giving up and allowing his cruel fate to be bestowed upon him. The commander looked at his deputy. “The young master needs us to come right now. I don't know what is happening but it seems like something is wrong. I could hear by the sound of his voice that he was not right. I can't really tell, since I'm not so sure, but that's what I think it is,” he said. The vice looked at him intently. “I will go and order our team members to go with you,” he said. The commander looked at Madam Claire. “What will I say to the madam, if she asks me?” His vice asked. He had already known what the commander must have been thinking about. “That's what I'm trying to figure out. I don't want her to receive any kind of bad news. We must handle