90 Ism done with my cardio, yo! (1/2)
”Pfft-! Damn, I never knew haha that pfft-- how shameless, Riggs!” tossing the person that she used as a human quilt protecting herself for any stray bullet that might come at her.
”Hehe. I'm upgrading!” taking her words as a compliment, Riggs responded with a thumbs up and a smug grin on his almost velvet lips.
Seraphina laughed out loud like crazy. She only needed to roll on the floor to depicts her happiness by the tickling joke. However, no one knew what was the real reason why she was laughing.
”I'm done with my cardio, yo! How about some sparring now?” Riggs let her have her good laugh because that just means he left a few good points towards his debtor and might lessen his debts. He continued,
”Come on! You make me look like the bad guy here!” referring to the cowering survivors who still slumped to the sullied floor, he impatiently challenged.
Mike was the first one to snap to reality precipitating his trembling feet to rise. After he successfully gets his sluggish footing, the remaining 5 followers also stood up taking his demand.
”Who are you people?”
”Aren't you afraid of our boss?!”
”Just because you got us by surprise, he got on his high horse already! HAHA!”
”Who sent you?” Mike asked. Although the other men spout their displeasure and disgust by Riggs audacious words-- their frightened emotions can't hide beneath their eyes. After all, they had seen his skill clouding every light silver-lining they've got.
But now that Riggs deliberately lowered his guard and the giant from the distant, the only little chance of escape is if they at least divert their attention.
”No one sent me. You invited us here.” Riggs answered in a trivial tone. His response puzzled Mike and the others as well. They are not dumb enough to offend someone as skillful as them. Moreover, the only person they want is this girl.
Alas, now that the gunfight was over, the presence of the woman they held captive which they nearly forgotten came into their knowledge, again.
Seraphina was now standing as she re-composed herself and done with her good laugh. However, just as she got her footing, a desperate figure approaches her. Pulling her into a rough embrace, the cold metallic muzzle of a handgun pressed on her temple.
”Let us go or I'll shoot her!” a course voice of one of the men who kidnapped her and also the one who ordered to knock her out on the way held her as a hostage. He first showed the pistols only bullet making sure that it was loaded before abruptly putting it back.