Chapter 67 - The Brave One (1) (1/2)

When arriving, Bernardo and his men were already there waiting. The black cars parked lining up in front of the abandoned warehouse.

”You wait in the car. Ben, you stay with her and get the car prepared and ready to leave at any time. ”

The boss ordered.

”Yes, boss.”

Ben acknowledged. James already got off the car and was waiting to open the door for the boss.

Stefan looked at Wirata for a minute then stepped out of the car without saying anything more.

Bernardo's tall figure wearing a white long-sleeved shirt folded the sleeves up to his elbows. His long legs were in dark jeans. He was leaning against the car hood with his arms crossed. His face had sunglasses on just like Stefan.

Wirata looked at the tall figure of Stefan wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He was walking tall with his head held up, his broad shoulders straight, looked brave and confident with no fear in his movement.

When Stefan walked close to Bernardo, suddenly, Bernardo swung his fist to his face but Stefan was prepared so he quickly ducked down and sent Bernardo his heavy fist. It hit the American-Italian godfather on his stomach with a heavy sound. Bernardo stumbled back. His bodyguards made the move and ready to jump in but Bernado put his hand up to stop them. At the same time, Stefan sent his gaze to signal his men not to move either.

”How dare you! Stefan! It's so damn your style of dirty work, isn't it?! Stabbing people's back like this!”

Bernardo roared with anger, his two hands clenched tightly on the side of his body.

”Wait a minute, Birdie. I don't mind to punch your bad mouth and kick your badass to start my day. But before getting to it. You tell me first, what happened! ”

Stefan spoke out harshly, standing far from Bernardo only 1 meter with his feet parted and his arms crossed, ready to listen with full attention but limited patience.

”You are performing so well. Pretending to be honest when this morning, you, the bastard had sent your animals to burn my pub to the ground!”

”How do you know that it was me?!” Stefan asked and tilted his head with his eyes narrowed.

”The stupid guys that you sent said that you were the one who ordered! ”

Bernardo snapped loudly. One quick move, he hurled to catch the neck of Stefan's shirt. Meant to thrash the fist down to his face.