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
“It is very dangerous right now, ma'am. We have to go immediately to check out the young master and make sure he's totally alright, and if you follow us, it also means we have to protect you. Please, have faith, ma'am. We can't afford for anything to go wrong,” he said. Mrs. Claire didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not, but the only solution to the problem was to have a little bit of faith. At least, she couldn't do anything. She looked at Steve. “Make sure he's alright, Steve. I will be counting on you,” she said with a serious face. Steve was a bit reluctant to reply to her. “Y… yes, ma'am,” he finally replied, stepping backward a little. He was confused about what would happen. He didn't want to lie to the madam but he had no other choice but to do it that way. He was also feeling guilty that he had lied about Alaric's condition, and that he even said that he was telling the truth to her face. Somehow, guilt was burning him, even though
The commander heaved a sigh. “I respect the fact that you are so concerned about the young master, Mr. Steve, but you have to understand that it is safety first and we cannot do anything that will risk our safety,” the commander said. “If anything bad happens, we will have to protect you as well as the young master,” the commander said. “But…” “Trust me, Mr. Steve,” the commander said, with intense eyes. “He's all right.” Steve was having a hard time trusting that the young master would be alright because he was so worried about him and wanted to know how he was doing by himself, but he was also aware that the commander was telling the truth. He knew that it could be dangerous if anything were to happen and he would have to be protected as well as the young master. Even upon the thought, he was still bothered about how Alaric was doing and wanted to go check on him. “I understand what you're trying to say, commander, but I am still worried about the young master. I am so used to b
“Young master Alaric didn't tell us about any personal beef with the criminal. We also need to find Ms. Evelyn,” the commander said. Steve's jaw dropped. “Yes, Evelyn. We forgot about her. Does this mean that she's also inside that house with him?” “I'm not sure about that. We need to confirm if there is any trap anywhere. The question now isn't if there is a trap. The question is…” “What is the trap?” The commander finished the deputy's statement. “So what do you suggest? Do we retreat?” The deputy asked. “I think it's better to escape the trap than to fall inside it or retreat. Once you're in a trap you cannot get out. We don't know if anything has been planted around here. I know what to do,” he said. “Please do something that will not cause any harm to anybody, sir,” Steve said. “Be rest assured, Mr. Steve. We are going to save the young master now. Let's ignore the idea of any trap being set,” the commander said. He looked ahead to see the faces of the guards who were wa