"It was a person called Marques. He is the one who had an argument with your man and took him. I don't know where he took him, though! I'm telling the truth," Makk told the masked man with a scared look on his face.
"Sigh, some people never learn. Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't lie to me?" the masked man told Makk as he sighed.
He had simply sighed and didn't even move when Makk started screaming as if he was going through excruciating pain.
Makk was now also missing his left hand. The hand was lying on the ground, away from his body.
Blood kept falling from the shoulders of Makk as he screamed until his voice turned hoarse.
"You son of a b****! You cut my hand! You Bastard, I'll kill you!" Makk screamed.
"Why are you screaming like you lost everything? You just lost one hand. You still have your other hand. Then your legs. What about your family? Do you have a family you would like to see die before you? We can make that happen as well so that all of you go to hell together if you don't answer me!" the masked man said.
"You Bastard! You dare talk about my family!" Makk screamed. His face was already pale, as if someone had sucked all his blood dry.
"I will ki...aaa!" Makk was about to curse the masked man as he was furious at his family being threatened when he found his right hand detached from his body as well. His right hand fell down on the ground.
"Scream, little any. Scream even louder. I have the entire night. Let me hear your scream to my heart's content. I won't let you die. All so I could hear your scream," the masked man said as he laughed.
"You! What do you want!" Makk thundered. His eyes were blood red. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop tears from falling from his eyes.
" You know what I want. Tell me who took my men," the masked man said in a grim voice as he looked at Makk's neck.
Makk was horrified as he saw the man looking at his neck. He was scared that the next item falling on the ground won't be his leg but his head. As for the man's claim about keeping him alive, he didn't believe it.
"It was Ryder! Ryder Flynn took your man when he was unconscious after the beating!" Makk blurted out the truth.
"Oh? And where will I find this, ah, Ryder Flynn?" the Masked man asked Ryder.
"I don't know! I fucking don't know where he lives! He's a friend of our boss! Only she can know where he lives!" Makk said.
"Oh, that seems to be the truth. It's good that you learned not to lie. Now tell me, where can I find that boss of yours?" the masked man asked.
Makk told the masked man the address of Esmi without taking even a single moment to think.
"Hmm? This address? Isn't this the place the guy asked me to stay away from when I was leaving the base? Hahaha, interesting indeed. What's the worst that can happen? It's not like you're here to stop me from going there, Tenth King. Let's see the place you didn't want me to go," the masked man laughed as he stood up.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Since the entire club was so silent, Makk could hear the footsteps of the masked guy, going away from him. He was in so much pain that he felt like dying, but he wanted to live when death was in front of him. He didn't want to die. He wasn't making a single noise now since he didn't want to attract the man's attention and die.
The Masked Man soon left the club. The five black-clothed men left as well.
Makk finally breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up to go to the hospital, but as soon as he stood up, he felt the entire world turn upside down as his head turned over and fell down to the ground near his feet.
His body soon followed and fell down on the ground.
Makk's eyes lost their shine when everything turned dark.
The Masked Man stepped out of the club.
" I wonder if it's the place dear to the Tenth King or a place of his close aid. It's unfortunate that I need to go against him, but oh well, it's good that mission. I need to find our Undying Hero, after all. The best I can do for the third King is to not Kill anyone in that place," the Masked man muttered as he smiled.
He turned back to look at the five shadows that were following after him.
"Little Kids, the next place we're going to is special. That place is related to the Tenth King. So try to keep your hands in control. No killing anyone important in that house," He told his five subordinates.
"We understand," the five responded.
"Good Kids," the masked man said as he laughed.
Esmi's house was so big that it was no less than a mansion. There were guards all around the mansion, guarding it with their weapons.
Something strange happened, though. One minute, over twenty guards could be seen standing and patrolling but the next minute, not a single one of those guards could be seen. Only their headless body could be seen lying on the ground.
The masked man casually walked up to the door of the mansion and kicked the door open.
"We're home," he let out as he spread his arms.
Esmi and Bastion were sitting in the hall, within the news channels that were covering the blasts.
"The Thirteen Blasts were horrifying! The people who witnessed it are still shaken just like every person of this country," the News Anchor said.
"Oh, it wasn't supposed to be Thirteen, though. There was one less," the masked man said as he laughed.
Esmi stood up and looked at the masked man.
"Who are you? How did you get inside?" Esmi asked as she talked towards the nearby table to bring out her gun.
Before she could even get to the table, a black-clothed man appeared before her.
"Little Lady, you should be careful. If His Highness hadn't told us not to join you all, you would've been dead by now. I do appreciate this order, though. It would've been such a pity to kill a lady with such a hot figure," the black Clothed man said as he laughed.
