Scott approached Felix and the children and he carried the two youngest ones and placed them on his shoulder just like he did before the gangsters arrived."You still haven't told me how you can fight like that. I mean, you literally just defeated two armed men without breaking a sweat." Felix commented with a surprised look on his face."This is not the right time for questions, Felix. But since you want to know so badly I'll tell you. I was a military man..I also attended martial arts classes and other classes that are related to fighting. Training like Boxing training, wrestling training, taekwondo, and so many more." Scott informed while walking out of the warehouse with Felix beside him."Damn, bro." Felix exclaimed after hearing the words of Scott. "You learnt all that for what reason?" He asked."I'd rather not say. Now please stop with the question and let's head back to the car and get the hell out of there. Those men already sounded the alarm, and a few moments from now this
Scott drove through the dimly lit street with his heart racing and a tensed look evident on his face. The speed at which he drove looked like he was flying, and if it was daytime he would definitely have cops chasing him by now.VROOOOM!!He took a sharp turn to a broad street and carried on driving. His reason behind driving so fast was so he could arrive back in the mansion before Mr. Fernando to avoid suspicions. He already checked the time and realized the fashion show has ended, meaning Mr. Fernando would be on his way back home.There's a chance that Mr. Fernando's boys already informed him about what happened at the warehouse and he would be on his way there by now instead of going home..but Scott wasn't ready to take that chance."Come on." Scott mused as he glanced at his wristwatch and carried on driving forward, hitting the accelerator every now and then to increase the speed.After what seemed like forever, Scott finally drove into the compound and pulled over in front of
Scott's eyes widened slightly upon hearing Wombat’s words."What do you mean Nadine did it?" he questioned, disbelief evident in his voice."Earlier today, I banished her from my gang, Scott," Wombat informed, her tone firm."Why?!" Scott blurted out, the shock clear in his voice.He knew Nadine had been one of the most trusted members of the Widower gang, so this news was nothing short of astonishing to him."She disobeyed me," Wombat replied, her voice hardening. "And on top of that, she dared to question my authority. That’s unacceptable.""I see," Scott muttered, nodding slowly as he processed the information. "So what does she have to do with any of this?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Wombat sighed. "Nadine told me earlier that helping you would land us in serious trouble. She urged me to stop helping you and insisted you remove the weapons from my territory to avoid bringing that trouble here. I refused because I had already agreed to help you, and that led to an argument. In
The man hesitated, but Bolasco yanked his hair harder. "Answer the damn question! Were their weapons marked with the Widower’s symbol?""They... they didn’t have any weapons," the man stammered, his shame evident."So, you’re telling me two unarmed kids managed to overpower you idiots?" Mr. Fernando snapped, his voice dripping with disdain."You don't understand, sir. The guy...he was very skilled. A martial arts expert. He took both of us down with a single strike. We stood no chance against him, boss." The man explained, his voice filled with fear."You lost to a man with no weapon and you have the guts to bring up excuses? I didn't know I had incompetent fools working for me!" Mr. Fernando retorted."Please, sir, it'll never happen again. Just give us a second chance! Please!" The man pleaded, tears streaming down his face."No second chance." Mr. Fernando replied as he pulled out his pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the man.BANG" BANG"He pulled the trigger and shot them
"But how exactly are we going to find this guy?" Mr. Fernando raised the question, his voice tinged with concern."Do you remember what he looked like? The hotel has security cameras. If we check them and I get a glimpse of his face, I might just recognize him," Bolasco replied, confidence in his tone."I see," Mr. Fernando nodded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Let me call the hotel owner and request a copy of the security footage from tonight." He added, dialing the number.The phone rang for several moments before it was answered. Mr. Fernando greeted the person on the other end and made his request. The man quickly agreed, not wanting to argue. He knew exactly who Mr. Fernando was and understood the consequences of refusing him. Just a few minutes later, Mr. Fernando received a video clip from the number he had just called."Let’s take a look," Bolasco suggested, and the duo clicked on the video. The footage began to play, and they fast-forwarded to the mome
Scott exited his room and headed downstairs. He had woken up earlier than usual, so the mansion was still quiet, with no one else awake. The living room was empty, bathed in the soft morning light. He went straight to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and took a long, slow sip. The warmth of the coffee grounded him, and after finishing the cup, he left the mansion and made his way to the bus station.The streets were calm as Scott walked, the early morning air cool against his face. It didn’t take long for him to reach the bus station. He boarded a bus heading toward the Sunshade area, settling into one of the seats by the window. The bus weaved through the bustling streets as the city slowly came to life around him. A few moments later, they arrived at his stop. After paying the fare, Scott stepped off the bus and made his way toward Felix's apartment.Arriving at the apartment, Scott knocked twice on the door.*Knock, knock.*Felix opened the door after checking who it wa
After the call ended, Felix, who had been eavesdropping, stepped closer, his face pale. "You’re not seriously going to his territory, are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear."I have to, Felix," Scott replied calmly."Why?! That man’s dangerous, Scott! He’s a gang god, for crying out loud! You can’t trust him!" Felix’s voice cracked with desperation.Scott didn’t respond, his eyes focused on his phone as the address came through. It was time to make the drop."How do I get them to this address? How do I get them to this address?" Scott muttered while pacing back and forth.He couldn't just carry three kids in his hands and walk through the streets with everyone there. That would definitely attract attention and look suspicious."You don't know anyone with a truck, do you?" Scott then shifted his gaze towards Felix and asked."I do know someone. But I won't help you because you are only trying to get yourself killed." Felix replied.Scott placed his two hands on his shoulders
Felix's heart pounded violently in his chest, his face drenched in cold sweat, fear etched into his wide eyes after the gunshot rang out, freezing him in place. Slowly, he turned his head to the side and spotted two fresh bullet holes in a nearby container.The bullets Bolasco had fired missed him by mere inches, striking the container instead. Felix glanced over his shoulder and saw Bolasco hurriedly reloading his pistol while the rest of his crew charged towards him."Shit, shit, shit!" Felix muttered in panic as he spun around and broke into a run, his legs moving as fast as they could carry him.His heartbeat thundered in his ears, the rapid footsteps behind him growing louder with every second. Felix kept glancing over his shoulder, desperate to ensure they were still a fair distance away, but each step forward felt like they were closing in on him. His legs burned, but he kept pushing.He knew exactly who these men were. He had tried to rob them a few weeks ago in the very same