Chapter 369 - Three Hundred And Sixty-nine: No Mercy (2/2)
”Sorry, but whatever belongs to the woman, belongs to me and that includes the boy,” Emerald told him.
Fine, since things have come to this point, he has no choice but to do this. Fernandez tactically dipped his head which was a signal for his men to attack. This man was not a true blood of the Sakuzi clan, neither, was his own clan small either. Sure, Sakuzi would be angered over his loss but there were other people capable of taking his place and there was nothing a diplomatic talk and offerings wouldn't solve.
However, to Fernandez's greatest surprise, before his men could even react to his signal, they both suddenly fell to the ground with a pained groan. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when a botch of red which turned out to be blood seeped out from their pants.
How could that be? Fernandez was gripped by immense fear. He didn't even see his hands move and yet his men were on the floor, clutching in pain - Emerald must have shot them from under the table with a silencer gun. What kind of monstrous accuracy was that?
”This has been the most boring meal I've ever had,” He heaved, easing himself up to his feet.
Emerald was taller because he was a giant but now Fernandez was crawling back on all fours, he looked like a rat.
”Funny, but you should thank your God that Sakuzi hasn't been the one who answered your call else he would been bored to death which in one word means you're dead meat,”
”No, no, no,” Fernandez pleaded but Emerald paid him a deaf ear and grabbed him on the neck to his feet.
”How does it feel to be treated like shit without rights?” Emerald asked, remembering the way he had tried to abduct Cecil and get the child, before tossing him against the wall.
Fernandez groaned in pain, he could feel the pains, his hand was broken. But that pain was nothing compared to his fear of dying. He can't die yet; he still hasn't organized his resources. Pedro was the rightful heir to his empire, no one else.
”Speak!” Emerald hollered at him, ”How does it feel to be maltreated?!” He didn't give the man a resting space.
”I feel wronged!” Fernandez screamed out. He couldn't afford to piss this mad man the more.
”How much wronged?” There was a sinister smirk on Emerald's expression as he asked that. He was toying with Fernandez and he knew that, but there was nothing he could do. Those in power could do whatever they wanted and get away with it. Wasn't that pretty much what he had to done to Cecil? Only that this time, he couldn't get away with it.
”I asked you a question,” He said to Fernandez who has assumed stubbornness by keeping his mouth shut.
”Fine, we'd do this the fun way,” there was a dark tone of promise in his comment and almost immediately, an anguished scream was let out of Fernandez's mouth as Emerald stepped on his finger with all his strength. One funny thing about the room was that it was soundproofed, so no one could hear his scream.
”Oops, sorry? You were saying?” He pretended to have stepped on him by mistake.
Fernandez peed a little on his pant, what has he done to receive this? This was hell on earth.
”Have mercy,” He began to plead.
”Oh, mercy? Sorry, but that's not in my dictionary,” He was just about to hurl Fernandez to his feet once more when he felt the air changed and dodged just in time. However, the bastard still got him and managed to cut him on the stomach with his knife.
”No mercy,” He muttered to himself.
The limping idiot lunged at him once more with his knife, he simply sidestepped and at the same time, snatched the knife from his grasp and stabbed him straight in the chest. Instant kill.
”Now, where were we…?”
He looked around to discover Fernandez was nowhere to be found. Fine, this should be enough to instill some fears into him.
With nothing left to do, Emerald left for the base with his men. Knowing that Cecil would not like the stench of blood and death on him, he steered straight to his room to wash it off. However, he was still in the process of taking off his shirt when the woman in question barged into his room.