Chapter 266 A past long forgotten (2/2)

Alex's mother and father knew they were no match, but still they protected their child. Richter unable to control himself accidentally killed his son and daughter-in-law. Old man Richter looked at his blood soaked hands, and as if it was just a minor problem sighed. He was only able to hit Alex with one shot and wasn't able to hit any vitals. The two protected their son until the end.

Richter then looked at his useless grandson, and saw that his expression changed. It turned into something emotionless, there was neither rage nor sorrow in those eyes, there was only nothingness. Seeing this Richter couldn't help but smile.

”I see!... So that's what needed to happen to prove your true worth as a Greyhound! A Greyhound needs to throw its young down the mountain and whoever climbs back up will be worthy.”

Richter then approached Alex, and whispered in his ear.

”Dalvir I'm sure you understand now, your parents died because you were weak. You need to become strong for this to never happen again. You must remember useless human emotions aren't needed to become strong. You must discard what it means to be human, and focus solely on becoming strong. Once you reached the limit on your own... Once you reach the height that would allow you to become a Greyhound, I will appear before you. Dalvir, prove to me that you are a true Greyhound!”

After saying that Richter left, and moments later Carlo Samarita a friend of Alex's mother appeared. Carlo at this time didn't know the relationship of the Greyhounds and the Shadow Mercenaries. Actually on the surface the Greyhounds were a normal average family. So Carlo thought all this time, his friend was doing well in a normal easy going family life.

Yet today as he was going to visit, he saw the family dead. Well not all of them were dead as he saw that Alex was barely alive. It was then he heard Alex muttering something.

”I want to be strong.”

Even in the face of death, the young boy showcased his determination.

”Heh, nice answer kid. If you want to live and be strong. First you must die.” Carlo then manually pulled out the bullet inside of Alex. It was this very moment he thought.

'I guess I will be taking care of your son now... Clara.' Carlo thought of that name for the last time, as he remembered that girl in his orphanage who always kept on smiling with that bright smile of hers. He then whispered in the barely conscious boy's ear.

”From this day forth you're my son, Alexander Samarita”

...

Alex who suddenly remembered this, screamed in rage as he glared at his grandfather who simply smiled at him.

”Do you finally remember who I am?”