Chapter 37 - Flattered (1/2)
The people around Charlus suddenly closed in, creating a tight circle around him and Claire.
”Excuse me for this.”
Charlus picked up Claire like he would a princess and jumped up. He landed on the hood of one of the vans. He held on to Claire tightly.
”Trust me. You will thank me for this.”
Charlus jumped again, past the people and on to the gate of the complex they entered. He landed on the ground right in front of the ground.
He set Claire on the ground.
”That was very exhilarating, wasn't it?”
Claire breathed heavily.
”That was... confusing. What was that. And I didn't know you were like superman level athletic.”
”Ah... you know. I work out a little.”
”But could you explain what happened.”
”Oh. Those guys have something against me. They kind of went after me and I beat all of them up. Anyways, these guys are basically the KKK. You should know-”
Charlus quickly stood protectively in front of Claire. He caught a tranquilizer dart with his hands.
Charlus looked up and saw a helicopter closing in. He looked around and saw several KKK members surrounding them. He stood in front of Claire while also paying attention to the back. The helicopter landed and a person in a very expensive suit came out.
He was bald and very white. He walked towards Charlus.
”Hello. Mr Black, I believe. I have heard very good things about you.”
Charlus chuckled.
”Thanks. You flatter me.”
”No. You...”
He looked at the paper in his hand.
”... single handedly fought against the Black Rose gang. You also fought against the Scorpion Gang. And you were able to take on every single member by yourself. That is very impressive. And finally, you recently defeated 20 of our KKK members.”
Charlus bowed to the man.
”You are very welcome for my wonderful performance.”
Suddenly, the man's face turned ugly.
”Do you think you are so great? Fucking brat! Do you even know who I am?!”
Charlus laughed.
”Grayson Andrews. Leader of the KKK branch here at Lewisville.”
Grayson's face turned uglier.
Charlus started speaking.
”Your honor! How is it fair that some bald idiot comes in front of me and questions me when his band of misfits messed with me first? Is it my fault that I wouldn't stay still so that you guys would try to beat me up again.