Felix was escorted outside by the security personnel after the stunt he had just pulled inside the hall."Get your fucking hands off me!" Felix voiced out as they finally pushed him toward the exit gate of the hotel."Go home, kid!" The security man ordered in a gruff tone, glaring at Felix."Not until the show is done... don't you know I'm one of the models?!" Felix bellowed, straightening his white suit, which had wrinkled while being dragged out by the man."Model, my arse. Leave now! If I see you in there again, I’ll make you regret it!" The security man ordered before walking away.Felix clicked his tongue before exiting the hotel’s compound and went to find a place to sit and wait for Scott.Scott was still seated in the hall, watching the models display the outfits for a few hours. As he watched the show, he pondered how to carry on with his plan to rescue the children and abort the war.Felix had already succeeded in stealing the watch, and Mr. Fernando hadn’t even noticed tha
Scott could be seen walking through the dimly lit street, and beside him was Felix. While walking forward, Scott slid his hand inside his pocket and brought out two black masks. The masks were similar to what Scott wore when he went to kill Anabel, the only difference was that the ones he held now were slightly bigger."Here you go." Scott said as he handed over one of the masks to Felix."What are these for?" Felix inquired as he retrieved the mask and glanced at it."Put it on just in case." Scott responded as he carried on walking."Incase of what?" Felix asked. "You said there won't be anyone there, right?" He added."Just put it on in case things don't go exactly as planned." Scott remarked as he wore the mask. The mask covered the lower half of his face, and all that's visible was the top half which was part of his nose and eyes.Felix also wore the mask just like Scott ordered, and they kept waking. They walked forward for several minutes until they finally arrived in the area
Scott pushed the door open and he stepped inside with Felix behind him. Stepping into the room, he glanced around but couldn't see anything due to the whole place being pitch black. Scott then turned on his flashlight and shifted it around the room.Two huge shelves could be seen at the center of the dimly lit room, and the shelves were filled with bottles of expensive wines. While glancing around, Scott heard faint sounds from behind the shelf."Did you hear that?" He shifted his gaze towards Felix who stood beside him and whispered."There's something behind the shelf." Felix whispered back with his gaze fixed intently on the two wooden shelves.Scott glanced at it for a few moments before slowly making his way towards it with his guard high incase of anything. As he approached the shelf, the sound he heard early got louder, and the louder it got the more he recognized what it was.Scott finally arrived behind the shelf, and he saw three children curled up on the floor like balls, a
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