Chapter 336 - Decoding The Tattoo (1/2)

”Errr...what's going on in here?” Jackson asked again as he looked around the room.

Natalie was seated on the sofa eating a stick of tanghulu, candied fruit that originated from China, while Sean was holding down a middle-aged man in a chair, and Halia was tying some rope around him. Did these guys kidnap someone? Why?

Jackson analyzed the man in the chair. He had a mask hanging from one ear, which originally covered his mouth and nose, but had been replaced by a strip of tape. He had a cap on and he was wearing all-black. If anything, he seemed more like a kidnapper. How did the kidnapper get kidnapped instead?

”We were having lunch when I noticed this guy had followed us all the way from the hotel,” Halia explained. ”I don't know why people dress in black when they don't want to be noticed. It stands out so much!” she shrugged.

Jackson furrowed his brows, ”He followed you all the way from the hotel?”

Apart from Jackson and Sean, the two girls had never been to Korea before. In theory, there was no reason why someone would be after either of them. Unless...it was completely random.

If so, this guy was really unlucky.

Jackson walked up to the man and removed his cap to take a better look. His face was swollen on one side from what appeared to be a punch.

”Did you hit him?” he asked Sean.

Sean laughed and shook his head. ”I heard some screams coming from the ladies' bathroom, but by the time I got there, he was already lying on the floor in pain...”

Jackson looked at his wife with an impressed expression. She was getting better at protecting herself.

Halia tightened the rope around the man and explained, ”I had no choice. He had a knife...”

”Your wife threw a kick in his face! I never knew a person could move like that!” Natalie exclaimed as she took a bite of her tanghulu like a child.

Jackson touched the man's swollen face and he flinched a little as he growled threateningly. ”I am going to remove this tape on your mouth. If you make too much noise, I'll make sure the other side of your face matches this side before I throw you out in the streets for everyone to see. Do you understand?” he said in English.

The man glared at him and fell silent. His English wasn't good, but he understood the gist of what Jackson was saying. He was usually on the other side of situations like this, so he knew this man was being serious. If he was thrown out on the streets and word spread in the underworld about this, he was never receiving any jobs again. So, he nodded his head. For now, all he could do was cooperate.

As Jackson removed the tape from the man's mouth, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully. There was something familiar about him.

”You can speak to me in Mandarin or Cantonese,” the man said. He had been listening to their conversations and realized they were from China. When he received this job, he wasn't given much information: just a picture and a flight number, so when the flight flew in from the Philippines, he didn't expect his target to be Chinese.

Jackson looked at the man in surprise. He didn't expect him to be Chinese either.