Chapter 66 Poison Isnst As Effective As One Might Think Party 8 (2/2)
*Damn it,* Laz said, not hiding his thought.
*What? What's wrong?* Kennedy asked, sitting up and looking over at him.
*I think we are being targeted. Well, me anyway. I have no idea if they want to do something to you,* Laz thought to her while looking in her direction.
*What do you mean? Did something happen?* Kennedy now looked alarmed. Although Laz couldn't see her face, he could feel the changes in her thoughts immediately. Despite the severity of the situation, Laz couldn't help but feel a bit touched. Even if he didn't know how much it was, he did know he liked this girl. And when a girl you like shows concern for you, it ends up hitting you far more than you can imagine.
*I think they tried to poison me. But, for whatever reason, it didn't work. So, before you lose it, I am perfectly fine,* Laz said, shaking his head as though it would somehow prove he was ok. Since she couldn't see his face, he felt it was the next best thing as though his body language would match his words, so to speak.
*WHAT? THEY...YOU... ARE YOU SURE?* Kennedy almost screamed this, but managed to keep it inside her head at the last moment. Laz's head nodding did little to comfort her.
*Yes. I'm sure. Trust me?*
Kennedy sat back to collect her thoughts and carelessly started playing with the leash in her hand. Her pet seemed started to sit up as though she might need to be used for something, but Kennedy didn't react at all.
*So... what should we do?* Kennedy asked a bit apprehensive. She didn't want to lose out on the money she had bet, but she wasn't about to bet his life or hers to get it. What's the point in being rich if you are not alive to enjoy it?
*We will wait until my next match is over. Then you go collect the bet if I win and head for the door. Make up some excuse about needing to go outside to the bike to get something. Start looking through the bags like you can't find it and keep doing that until you see me coming. Then get the helmet on and get ready to go.*
*Are you sure? I'm not about to risk you just for this.* Kennedy said a bit emotional. Even though it was his life being threatened, he was still making sure to take care of her. He knew how important the money was to her even if he didn't know the reason why. So the fact that he was going to go through with this next match despite the risk caused her heart to quiver a little bit. It was a feeling she wasn't used to.
*It's fine. Besides, we need to make this as natural as possible. I don't know what they are trying to do but it is already to this point. I can't fight the small army they have here so we might as well get out before things get any worse.*
The plan in Laz head was taking shape. Getting Kennedy out would be easy as no one thought much of her in the first place. The one they seemed to be targeting was him and as such, he was the one they would watch. Despite the danger of it all, Laz was getting a little excited.
As the final match of the first round was starting up, Laz just sat back and watched, almost as though he didn't have a care in the world. The truth was that he was scanning the surroundings in a effort to make an escape root. Looking at the camera placement along with the building arrangements and guard positioning, he got a rough idea in his head.
Since he could figure out where people were just by using his sense, he knew he could make this work, at least he thought he could.
The final match involved a rather well muscled middle age man who had several tattoos on his back. The mask he was wearing looked like a clown mask that, when placed on his body, would scare anyone he came into contact with. In contrast, the one opposite of him was wearing a smiling theater mask, the kind that was pure white with pitch black eyes and smiling mouth. If anyone hadn't been paying attention, this would look amazingly like a creepy showdown between two serial killers.
As the judge started the match, both men took a moment to circle each other in the ring, as though looking for their opponents weak point. The clown was using a sliding step to circle while smiles, who was also quite ripped, was just lazily walking around in a circle as though he didn't have a concern in the world. When his opponent finally stopped, he just continued to move as though it didn't affect him in the slightest. The clown, a bit taken off guard, turned his body to face smiles who was still moving, but didn't take another step.
Finally, when smiles was only a few feet away from the clown, the clown pounced at him, aiming a faint at his face while his real target was his lower body. Most people, when being attacked in the face, would move a hand or two to stop it as that was instinct. Doing so in a fight was actually pretty stupid. Not only would it tie up both of your hands, leaving the rest of you exposed, but it would also block your vision. It was normal to start a fight this way as a probe.
Smiles however, had a different idea. Instead of blocking the punch with his hands, he brought his head down to headbutt the fist coming at him. He then raised his left knee to block the lower blow while bringing both his hands up in a reverse chopping motion, going directly for the clowns neck.
As the clown was to focused on his hand being hit and his lower punch being blocked, he failed to bring his hands up fast enough to block smiles' attack and as such, it landed square on clown's neck. The blow was so hard, it ruptured his windpipe almost immediately and caused him to grab his neck in a panic while backing off.
The judge, seeing this, tried to rush forward, but he wasn't nearly fast enough to stop smiles from kicking the clown in the stomach. The kick forced all the air out of the clown's collapsed windpipe which caused him to faint due to oxygen loss.
He twitched a few times before his body went limp while the judge was waving over medical personal. All the while, smiles just sat down, off to the side as though watching a show.
Sadly, even though they tried sticking a tube in his throat, it was far too late due to the damage and clown passed away in front of the audience.
The room was once again quiet before bursting into cheers at the sight of a man dying in front of them. For these rich and spoiled youths, this was the ultimate kind of high.