Chapter 145 Changes in the Black Star Syndicate 2 (1/2)
The doors were immediately swung open and two soldiers wearing the signature Syndicate's black, bulky armour entered in room carrying the sorry figure of a fat, blonde middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man completely naked as he was rudely dragged by the soldier. His whole body was covered in deep cuts, burnt marks and other injuries.
It was clear that this person has been tortured for quite some time.
The soldiers approached the table and threw the man on top of it with loud *bam* noise, right in front of Jason.
The fat man grunted in pain as his back hit the hard wood table.
”Travis?” Sara had a stunned face the moment she recognized the man that was thrown like a pig on top of the table.
The old man's arrogant face instantly took a turn. He lifted his eyes from Travis to Jason, just in time to catch Jason staring at him with deep eyes and a cold smile on his face.
”Here he is.” Jason continued to casually seat on the comfortable chair.
”Wha-wha-what's the meaning of this?” Sara took a step back while staring in horror at Jason that was able to calmly seat at the table, with a face like he was enjoying everything that was happening.
”Oh, Sara...why don't you ask my father?” Jason stood up with a huge smile on his face. ”This won't do. Look at what you have done, you tortured him way too much, now he's unconscious.” Jason said with a fake anger toward one of the guard that dragged Travis into the room.
”Yes, big boss. It was my mistake, it won't happen again.” The guard lowered his head and spoke with a deep respect and fear toward the Silverhand family's young master. The respect that he showed toward Jason was miles further than the one he always showed toward Travis.
”Now, now~” Jason acting all casually like the person in front of him was a complete stranger while speaking with a playful tone. ”I need to wake him up, how I'm going to do this~?”
”Oh!” Jason touched his chin like he was in deep thought before suddenly snapping his finger with a face with enlightenment.
He reached for something in his breast pocket, and, with a swift move, Jason swung his arm toward Travis.
*Puchi*
”ARGHHHHH!!!!!” Travis's eyes flared open as he screamed in pain.
”Oh, sorry about that dad.” Jason released the grip over the pen that now had pinned Travis's hand in the table, creating a small puddle of blood on the ground beneath the table.
”YOU FUCKER!!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!!” Travis said through his gritted teeth and groans of pain. ”LET ME-”
”Shhhhhhh...” Jason grabbed Travis's mouth to shut him up. ”Look at how you are acting. Isn't it embarrassing? I mean, doing all this in front of all your high officers.”
Travis's looked around and realized that he was pinned down at the table he usually used as a place to hold reunions with the people that was now present. He was completely naked and being pinned down by his own son...it was indeed very embarrassing for him.
Travis tried to ask for help, but Jason was way stronger than him, so he could only resort in staring at the people in the room with pleading eyes.
”I don't think they are going to jump in and try to save you.” Jason saw Travis's actions but just smiled in response, ”They have more important things to wonder right now. For example...if they are going to, whatever or not, leave this room alive.”