Chapter 737 - Seven Hundred And Thirty-seven: God Gave Him A Second Chance (1/2)

The third point of view:

Mikhail was distraught and the proud mask he wore all this while gave away to a look of sorrow. He had gone from being the fearsome Mafia Lord of the Blood Cobra to a captive.

With his gang destroyed, there was nothing he could do, and was no less than prey in the eyes of his predator - Sakuzi could do whatever he wanted with him now. Nor could he tell the exact number of his men that survived but he didn't have much hope.

Judging from how cruel the Falcon Gang were, they wouldn't let a single soul live. They wouldn't give him the chance to regroup and pose a threat to them in the future. Just like their name suggests, falcons are consummate hunters of the avian world—able to spot, chase and kill prey quietly and efficiently.

Mikhail didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, he underestimated his enemies and now, they struck where it hurt the most.

”What did we do?” Emerald smirked, the smug he had been hiding all this while finally appeared. He had intentionally remained impassive so the old fool doesn't realize what they're up to and now, the benefits were much more satisfying - he finally slapped the arrogance off his face.

”We didn't even do much,” Emerald shrugged, ”You see while your narrow-minded brain was busy picking on the smaller prey - to think that you had the nerve to think of hurting my family,” there was a cold glint in his eyes as he said those words and Mikhail knew finally that his days were over.

”So,” Emerald went on, ”We came together as one mind to think of a way to get rid of an infestation. You see that's the problem, you were a lone wolf, a rogue werewolf that tried to go up against a pack. What do you think happens to them?”

They die brutally.

Mikhail realized he was not going to leave this place alive and he had to do something about this.

He at once fell on his knees,

”Forgive me! I must have been crazy by thinking I could go up against the falcon!” He wailed loudly.

Mikhail focused on Sakuzi, ”You should understand me the most, I once admired you! I haven't even buried my son yet and I'm not even sure of the outcome of my family,” after you attacked them. He didn't say that out loud but everyone got the hint.

Sakuzi stood from his seat and gently walked over to where Mikhail knelt with his head still lowered. He then squatted down and said,

”Mark 3:27,”

At once, Mikhail's brows furrowed, disturbed. He might have followed Sakuzi but his Bible reading part was a habit that he couldn't understand. They were monsters, criminals, what do they need a Bible for? If only he knew the Bible was a huge source of inspiration.

”If a person wants to enter a strong man's house and steal his things, first he must tie up the strong man. Then the thief can steal the things from the strong man's house,” Sakuzi quoted the verse when it became apparent that the man had no clue what he was talking about.