Interrogation

A few minutes after Jonathan had fought the White Chalk thugs, he was tieing them all together inside one room at the bar, the room where most alcoholic drinks stock stayed at.

His friend, the sluggish dude that he smokes weed with, had already arrived to replace him. He was currently assuring the clients at the bar that the people fight was just a good show for them, and that in actuality, they were all actors executing a choreography.

Inside the room, with every thug tied together, Jonathan was in a dilemma, he could go accomplish the mission that Master Nicholas had given him, or he could interrogate these thugs, and if it happened to be, stop more from coming, in case their friend decides to come over.

Going with the second option, Jonathan threw water and a few slaps in the face of one of them.

Waking up groggy, the thug saw Jonathan seating on a chair in front of him. Looking around, he noticed his friends in the same situation as him.

"Why were you guys here?" Jonathan asked.

The thug just scoffed at Jonathan, not afraid of him at all.

"You good at fightin', that don't mean I'm scared and Imma gonna start spilling tea." The thug replied with a haughty face.

Jonathan crossed one arm over his torso and put a hand on his chin in a thinking pose.

"Hmm... If I have to make you scared... I think I have the perfect way to do so." Jonathan spoke before he got up and looked around the room.

The space they were in was about 14 square meters, the room was splattered with boxes of whiskey, beers, wines, and drinks like that. All the boxes around made a perfect circle to accommodate the thugs on the ground. As Jonathan looked around one of the boxes, he opened it and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from inside the box.

Bending down to reach closer to the thug's leg, which was outstretched by his seating position on the ground, immediately Jonathan clutched the thug's shin and made it immobile. He then opened the bottle of whiskey with his mouth and poured on the thug's shin, after raising the guy's pants to his knee level.

Setting the bottle of whiskey aside, he brought a zippo lighter from his right pocket. Activating the lighter, Jonathan spoke.

"This was one of the things that Master Nicholas taught me. Anywhere you go, there always will be something that you can torture someone with. What I'm about to do, he did the same thing when we met... Hmm, yeah. Nostalgic feelings are definitely nice." Jonathan then lowered the lighter on the thug's leg, despite the protests from the latter.

His leg caught fire and burned as the thug screamed.

Through the screams, Jonathan spoke.

"Now, you see what I mean, right? Everywhere you go, there's something to torture someone. If you only had answered my question.. sigh.. I think we came a long way already, right? Are you scared enough to tell me what I want to know?" Every word of his made you think it was a different scenario, his voice carried a tinge of annoyance, yet the calm of the sea, and the lamenting of the time he wasted, with the signature lazy drag of words.

"Alright, alright, shiit. Just stop it. Common, man." The thug yelled, pleading for Jonathan to stop the fire, his voice cracking, almost crying.

"Right up, sir." Jonathan answered like a bartender serving a drink.

Pulling the thug's pants down, Jonathan pressed where the fire was burning to suffocate the flames. The thug yelled again, as Jonathan touched the burnt flash and even rubbed it.

"Now will you tell me why you were here?" Jonathan inquired.

"I told you, man. We was here for the gal. She supposed to come home but never did. Her father sent us to deal with this shiit." The thug replied, this time really crying, his voice now was high-pitched as the tears streamed on his face.

"Ohh, right. I forgot you showed me her pic." Jonathan said as he facepalmed.

"My bad.. hehe" He replied with a cheeky guilty smile.

Jonathan is like that most of the time. A teenager with lazy behavior, but really switches between an adullt's behavior and that of a child.

Taking the smartphone from the thug's pants, Jonathan opened the gallery to see the picture again.

Now looking closely, Jonathan remembered who it was. One of the girls that Claude was partying with. Katlyn, the plain lady. Jonathan didn't know about Papa John's plans for the girl, so he had no idea that she was the daughter of Doctor Vonhoford. He knows the man, but not his family.

"I remember this girl, she was partying with some friends; two women, and two men. Who is her father, to send gang assassins to find his daughter?" Jonathan asked the thug.

"I don't know, man. We just get the info and follow after. All I know is they tol' us to kill whoever was on the way."

"Then where are your guns? What type of killers are you guys?" Jonathan asked, realizing they didn't pull their guns.

"Well... It was supposed to be a bar fight, max. Me and the guys thought it would be more fun that way." The thug said slightly timid, embarrassed by their childish behavior.

If they were carrying their guns, maybe they could've subdued Jonathan, that's what they thought.

Jonathan chuckled and left the room despite the thug questioning what would happen to them.

At the balcony, Jonathan said goodbye to his friend and left to complete the task given by Nicholas.

After some time, Jonathan arrived at Times Square, Midtown Manhattan.