“You jerk!” Kaze playfully unbuttoned his shirt and Buffy reacted by tossing the pillow in his face. She bellowed, “Then why did you take me back here?” For some reason, she did feel a little disappointed. She had to admit that her heart raced unusually when Kaze forcefully took her away from her father. “You really think I am going to do something to you?” Kaze moved the pillow away and leaned against the door. He crossed his arms and looked at the woman, intrigued. “I just want to make your father angry, best if he could suffer a stroke or something, so I can take revenge. He did try to kill me.” “You bastard!” Buffy scolded him again but she quickly scoffed. “Forget about it. Other than himself, my father doesn’t care about anyone, including me, his daughter.” Kaze noticed Buffy did not even bother to lie to herself. He pursed his lips and then said, “You poor girl. I guessed I shouldn’t have promised to let him live in front of you.” “Kaze, you really think yo
“Get out!” Following Buffy’s shout, another pillow was tossed at the closing door. Kaze chuckled and went back to his room to rest. Buffy took the guest room at the far end. Even though the villa was just a temporary lodging, the master bedroom still belonged to him and Darcy. Knock, knock. The next morning, a series of knocks on the door woke Kaze up. “Who is it? A call for morning sex or what?” Kaze thought it was Buffy and he answered the door with a witty remark. “Master, Ms. Gwake is still asleep.” It was Master Juan at his door. His hair was messy and his eyes bloodshot, making him look more like a pervert. Kaze frowned. “What happened?” “Master, the neighborhood’s security guard is here. He said your aunt is at the entrance, demanding to see you. I heard something serious happened. “I am afraid that it might disrupt your plan, so I decided to knock on your door.” He sounded like the most humble servant. “My aunt? Tell them to bring her in.” Kaze
When Kaze arrived at the mansion entrance, Conan was already there. “I’m sorry, Brother. I have failed you. The men I sent to protect Rose did not do a good job.” He apologized the moment Kaze stepped out of the car. “Gillian came from Bronze Sparrow with a group of men and they took Rose away. My men were no match for his experts. “My men also said that Gillian’s men were as strong as him and some of them were familiar faces on Red Notice.” Kaze furrowed his brows. “As expected. Bronze Sparrow isn’t as simple as it looks. It’s a refuge for many criminals.” “Bro, you have to be careful!” Conan looked worried. “Zoro could have sent men after you. He is a powerful man, and he could challenge you in person, yet he disregarded his reputation and ordered his men to take Rose away. “He’s definitely coming after you and with Rose in his hands, he got himself some insurance. I bet Bronze Sparrow is a trap! His men will ambush you as soon as you step inside!” Judging from the
Kaze did not notice the elite youngsters looking at him from the coffee shop. Even if he did, he did not care about the vermins crawling in the shadows. He went straight into the club with open doors and a waitress came over with a tray. “Sir, I am sorry but we are closed for business.” “I’m here for Zoro.” Kaze glanced at the waitress, noting her fair skin and ponytail. He selected a drink from the tray, using the provided paper straw. “Mr. Lee.” The waitress bowed and gestured, “The GM is on the third basement floor. This way, please.” Kaze nodded and strolled to the elevator. After the waitress pressed the button, she quickly stepped behind Kaze in the elevator and lowered her head. The elevator arrived at the third basement floor. The door opened but Kaze did not move. “Mr. Lee, this way please,” the waitress said as she stepped forward. Suddenly, a burst of murderous intent filled the air and enveloped Kaze. The waitress tossed the tray away and thrust a
“Ugh…” The three killers covered the holes in their necks, their eyes widened in disbelief as they fell to puddles of their own blood. Kaze did not get a drop of blood on himself. He kicked the bodies away before he wiped his hands with a napkin. He then continued forward. Bang! The iron door collapsed with just one kick from Kaze. He found himself in a spacious hall with dim lightning. There were multiple iron doors across the hall that seemed to lead to different places. The moment he entered, he sensed the room filled with murderous intent. The iron doors felt like prison cells in a jail, locking up the most ferocious beasts. Once the doors opened, the beasts inside would destroy their prey brutally. Clap. Clap. Clap. A slow clap resounded in the hall. A man with a fit physique stood from the maroon couch further away. “You are much faster than I anticipated. As expected of the man who could crush diamonds with his hand.” Following the man’s words, a
“My objective is not to walk out of here dead or alone.” Kaze shook his head and looked at Zoro. “I am here to take you and Luis with me, both dead. The Viper’s Den demanded you guys hand over Joel’s killer by noon, so I will fulfill their demand.” Zoro frowned at Kaze’s righteous tone. He looked at Gillian. Gillian went closer and said softly, “Our men didn’t spot anyone suspicious.” With their men all over Bronze Sparrow, they were certain no one had followed Kaze in. “Zoro, he’s alone yet he still speaks boldly. He is not taking you seriously.” Gillian shot an icy gaze at Kaze. He was humiliated the other night and was forced to kneel before Kaze to escape severe punishment. He was aggrieved. Kaze might be physically stronger than him but he still wanted revenge. Therefore, he took Rose to force Kaze to show up in Bronze Sparrow. With Zoro by his side, he believed that Kaze could not possibly do anything. Gillian looked at Kaze as if he was already a dead man
“You didn’t expect me to play along and let Luis kill Joel. When you found out that I could crush diamonds with my bare hands and Jude Gwake wanted me on his side, you panicked. “You are afraid that I will intervene with matters at Viper’s Den South River Branch, ultimately foiling your master’s plan to take over. “If I remain uncontrollable, you as the person in charge will have to take responsibility. That’s why you ordered Gillian to take Rose, forcing me to come to Bronze Sparrow so you can remove the uncontrollable variable—me. “However, there’s one thing you missed out on. What if everything that has happened until this point is also part of my plan?” Kaze smiled as he explained to Zoro. A veil of mystery enveloped him. Zoro’s pupils shrank in shock. “Part of your plan? What do you mean?” If Kaze was aware of the plan all along and knew that Casius was the mastermind, yet he remained calm and casual in his tone, then Zoro was forced to expect the worst. Kaze smiled
“Kaze Lee, your dear Rose is frightened and she wants you to run. I see you two are intimately close, but it’s too late for that! There’s no way you are walking out of Bronze Sparrow alive tonight!” As Rose broke down in tears, Luis, Zenika and the others started cackling. Kaze had humiliated them like never before, cutting off their fingers and leaving them hunted by Viper’s Den. Forced to hide in Bronze Sparrow, they lived a life of misery and fear. No one hoped for Kaze’s demise more than they did. Luis felt exalted knowing that Kaze was at his end. He stepped up and said proudly, “Kaze Lee, kneel and cut off both your legs and I might ask Zoro to let you live.” “Zoro, you seem certain that you will take my life today,” Kaze said with a smile without even looking at Luis. Zoro replied expressionlessly, “I don’t talk to a dead man.” “Alright. I understand.” Kaze nodded and then said, “Rose, close your eyes.” Rose did not understand why but her absolute trust in Ka
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju