144 Devils Hour 3 (2/2)
”Yes, sir.” Once again, the masked man bowed, the clothes on his back sticking a bit to his skin as a consequence of the master's brief outburst of aura. He then respectfully invited the high personage into the gate before closing the metal door and leading the other towards the brightly lit white painted building in front.
Close to ten minutes passed and it was already around 3:45 am when the two arrived before a white room. Along the way, they did not encounter a single soul. However, this wing of the hospital didn't look decrepit or anything because every nook and cranny appeared regularly cleaned. With traces of humans here and there, this building was clearly not abandoned unlike what the majority of Alina citizens knew.
”Sir, I am not allowed to go in. This is as far as I can escort you.”
The master waved at the masked man who opened the door to the room and then went in by himself. Behind him, the door closed audibly. But oddly, the middle-aged man did not appear concern as though him being sealed inside the unfamiliar and suspicious room was not in any way worrying. Nonchalance remained on his face, even after he saw the kind of place the person he drove here for was keeping.
”You look as crazy as always.”
The bearded man sitting comfortably on the sole chair in the place boringly replied, ”Not always. Only after my wife died.”
The master looked around for anywhere to sit on, but found nothing. The place only had rows of shelves on the side housing large transparent jars filled with all sorts of organs, in which one of the specimens was interestingly a black colored large intestine. There was also a bookshelf full of thick books about anatomy and biology near the other man's table. However, aside from these, there was nothing else.
Annoyed at this red-eyed, bearded man's hospitality, he said, ”You know I will be visiting but you did not even provide a chair for me?”
Only a tired and bored reply came, ”The floor is wide and free. You won't be charged even if you sit down there for a month.”
”I am a business magnate, the King of Country F's Business world. You want me to do what again? Hey, Fred, when did you become this inconsiderate,” laughed the dark-faced visitor.
”Conrad, I did not ask you to visit. You're the one who just suddenly phoned the director. Don't forget, because of you, I have to stay up late instead of sleeping.”
Conrad Albarez, Gio's uncle, the current head of Albarez family, sneered then walked towards the wall nearest to the owner of this room and leaned on it, his arms unexposed due to the long sleeves of his regal suit folded.
Seeing what he was currently wearing, the man wearing all white scoffed.
”It's almost 4 am so why are you dressed like you'll be going to a business meeting instead of a mental hospital? Or is your corporation already so big that you need to work round the clock just to run it properly? Does it mean you're sneaking into our mental institution for breaths of fresh air?”
”Let's stop this senseless greeting. I can't stay long here or else my driver will call my nephew's battalion to raid this place. I don't want them to die to your director's men.”
Fred, the unkempt man dressed in a white lab coat, threw him a disinterested glance. ”Pray tell.”
The magnate's eyes glowered at the man. ”A girl currently enamored my nephew.”
The other man went silent for a while before asking, ”... So it's your nephew's business?” His eyes blatantly questioning the Albarez' head why he had to go all the way here just to report somebody's stupid affairs to him.
”My good-for-nothing brother raised him to be cold towards women. He mostly killed them after a one-night stand. But this girl managed to rein him in, and they've been together for three months.” added Gio's uncle, his voice still sounding calm despite his surroundings' temperature rapidly dropping. Gone were the lackadaisical him since he was currently facing a madman. Also, his reason for appearing here was not anything pleasant so he was immediately put in a bad mood.
”So?” asked the other who appeared unaffected by the masked irritation from Conrad's eyes. Anyway, the uninformed was not guilty of the crime. He didn't know why he was getting dirty looks so he remained calm and indifferent.
”You don't know who the witch is?”
Fred sarcastically replied, ”How would I know? You know what? You're funny. Is this how you grow your business into a giant conglomerate? By clowning around? I admit I'm impressed, Conrad Albarez.”
The one called the King of Country F's business world ignored the long-winded answer of the other. After a sigh, he resentfully said,
”...Lunatic bastard, it's your daughter.”
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