34. Another Mask

"GET OFF ME, FUCK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" shouted Robert who was dragged by two people with masks on their faces. He continued to struggle to escape the grip of the two stocky men.

"HEY, ARE YOU DEAF? I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME OR I TOLD MY CHILDREN TO KILL YOU?!"

"Shut up or I'll cut your rotten mouth." Hissed one of the two men. They continued to drag Robert's body into the dimly lit room.

Robert spat carelessly. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DEALING WITH, HUH?! FUCK!! I GUARANTEE YOU WILL ROT IN JAIL AFTER THIS."

Brakk!

"Argh .." Robert grimaced as his body was flung into the chair. Where is he? Ah, the cloth covering his eyes made him even more cursing in his heart. Damn them, how dare they do that to her. Just watch. After this, he made sure this place would be flattened and he would kill everyone who was behind the kidnapping incident.

"I SAY IT AGAIN. IF YOU DON'T LEAVE ME, YOU WILL GET A BIG DISASTER AFTER THIS." He shouted again as he felt his whole body wrapped in rope. Damn it! Who is the mastermind behind all this? He vowed to kill them.

"Shut that rotten mouth." The orders of someone right in front of Robert.

Robert looked up. Stupid! He still won't be able to see who the person in front of him is when the cloth cover is still perched sweetly in his eyes. "Who are you... Mmm... Emm... Emm" said Robert hanging because suddenly his mouth was covered with duct tape. Unlucky.

Robert could feel someone in front of him coming closer to his face. "Sorry, Mr. Robert. I'm sorry I betrayed Mr. Harley to accept your money that can't exchange my life." Said the masked man right in Robert's ear.

Robert heard the voice. Yes... He recognized the man's voice. He couldn't be wrong, it was Holmes's voice. One of the Mafia's famous men in his country whom he ordered to track down the whereabouts of Mr. Mafia. So, is he at Tiger Black's base now? No... It's dangerous!

"Goodbye, Robert. Just pray that my Lord will forgive you." Said Holmes patting Robert on the shoulder before he left with his friend.

"Emm. Em. Mmmmm." Shouted Robert through his closed mouth. Of course, no one would want to open the damn duct tape considering that this place is the headquarters of the Mafia Lord who is respected by many. Unlucky. There will be no way out now.

Robert increasingly vigorously moved his whole body. Hope the damn rope slips off his body and he can get out of here as soon as possible before that Mafia Lord comes. Yes. He just wanted to catch the famous Mafia leader in his country to prove to Lucas that Robert Smith was not as weak as the arrogant master thought. But everything turned upside down when he was kidnapped by one of the Mafia's men and ended up here. Gosh. He was the one who wanted to catch him but he was the one who got caught? The world is joking.

Tuk.

Tuk.

Tuk.

The sound of knocking on loafers filled the silence and darkroom. Robert could hear the voice getting closer and echoing through the room. Robert was sure it was Mr. Harley Jaegwae. The notorious Mafia leader is cold and ruthless. The Mafia leader is very good at playing with various firearms to kill anyone who dares to disturb him. The Mafia leader is listed as the most cunning person and no one can compare to him. No. He had to get out of here immediately or his life would be lost in Harley's grasp considering that the big lord hates traitors. And his men betrayed him because of Robert. Oh, God! What else can save his life other than prayer?

"Close all access." someone not far from Robert ordered. His voice was enough to scare anyone. A cold aura was felt in his words. And don't forget Robert, who is now increasingly moving his body so that the ropes that bind him to fall off. He didn't want to lose his life before proving to Lucas that he could. Ah, Lucas. That arrogant man. If only he had volunteered to help Robert. He certainly wouldn't have bothered to be here.

"Yes, sir."

Robert could feel someone getting closer to him and then pulling the blindfold from behind so he could see whatever was in front of him. Three people he had never met were staring intently at him.

"Robert Smith. Where did you have the courage to want to arrest me?" someone asked in a whisper in his ear. He couldn't turn to look at the man because something cold with a snout blocked him right at the neck. Gosh. So many pleasures of poverty that he is feeling right now. Even though his company had just been established with the help of Lucas, and now he is in the hands of a Mafia? Oh, goddess.

The man was now squatting right in front of Robert and then slowly opened the duct tape covering the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Let me go." Said Robert as soon as the tape was removed.

The man smiled faintly at Robert's words.

"Whatever you ask I will do, but let me go." Said Robert trying to offer something to make the Mafia want to let him go.

The man nodded briefly before lowering the gun to Robert's chest. "What if I ask for your death?" the man hissed as he pressed his gun. While Robert closed his eyes deeply. This Mafia lord is really scary.

"Bring the woman here."

Robert opened his eyes again when he heard the word 'woman'. Who is the woman in question? Do not tell.

Break

"Argh .." groaned the woman who had just been thrown to the floor.

"FLORA!" shouted Robert who knew who the woman was. The one Mr. Mafia was referring to was his nephew. Gosh. Her beautiful niece's face is already battered with blood marks everywhere.

"Uncle." The woman whispered. He then turned his gaze to the man in front of his uncle.

"Let go of my uncle, please .." he begged in a voice that was almost lost. His throat hurt because he had not been given food or water for several days and his body was being punished by the people here. They have no compassion, men or women are treated the same. Yes. He also saw some of the men who were also sentenced here. I don't know. He doesn't know the reason behind their torture.

The man turned to him. A smirk rose from his lips. But the woman did not flinch. He kept staring at the man. All he feared was that his uncle would be killed right in front of his eyes. No. That can't happen, he has to save his uncle even if he has to beg like a slave asking for freedom.

"Traitor gang, Huh?!"

"What do you mean?!" said Robert who was now looking suspiciously at Harley.

The man then stood up from his crouch. Fingering his face and tearing the skin on the chin.

"M-Master Lucas." Robert stammered. He couldn't believe what he saw. In front of him was the arrogant face of the man named Lucas. No. This must be a dream. He shook his head in disbelief.

The man smiled lopsidedly. "Are you surprised it's me?"

"No. You're not Mr. Lucas Vantouxer. He's not a Mafia." Said Robert Still in disbelief. He shook his head several times to focus his vision. But still, the man in front of him was the same, the face and body of Lucas vantouxer. No. Why is the world toying with him like this?

"I told you not to mess with me, Mr. Robert Smith. But you did the exact opposite. Tracking down private mansions and sending women to poison me?" Lucas paused. "Hahaha. Unfortunately, it didn't work." He continued with his sharp gaze staring at the ungrateful middle-aged man!

Robert shook his head. "No. I thought if I caught a mobster you would believe in my abilities, Mr. Lucas but.."

"But the mobster you're referring to is me, Robert. Harley Jaegwae aka Lucas Vantouxer. The one who helped you." Lucas said pressing his last words.

Robert nodded in understanding. "Sorry, sir. I don't know."

Dorr!

"Sir!"