Chapter 215
Old Man Bill patted his back, feeling the weight removed from his shoulder, “so, what did you found?” he inquired.
“Nothing”
Old Man Bill furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what he meant by 'nothing'.
"What does that mean?” he asked, peering his eyes at the man standing by his side.
“Sir, I sent some men to spy on him, and also did some digging on his background, but nothing was found on him.
Even searching his name on the National Identity Database was forbidden, we could only trace his origin to when he appeared to Caleb, and nothing more”
He explained.
Old Man Bill looked towards the direction of his granddaughter, and the young man, Jeane was smiling happily, and he knew, she has fallen for the strange young man.
“Dig more” he instructed.
At Chin's new residence.
Some of his underlings gathered in a corner, talking and gambling.
The six of them turned around when they heard a heavy thud, before they could react.
Several bullets pierced into them, Sylvester emerged from the big flower, and moved swiftly.
Before, he could get into the main building, the alarm around the house immediately triggered.
Chin, who was on his bed, heard it “Fuck!” he said, and came down from his bed, he picked his gun, from beneath the pillow.
The door to his room, was flung open, and his assistant hurried in.
“Boss, he is here” hips quivered.
Chin's eyes widened in shock, “let's leave here” he said, and his assistant and him, went up.
They arrived at the top of the building, and headed straight to the helipad.
“Cut of the power supply” Chin ordered, his assistant nodded.
And pulled out his phone, he made a call, before they entered the private jet, that the pilot has mounted the cockpit.
The whole room gone into darkness, Sylvester was stuck in the elevator, he punched the steel door, and his arm, popped out, from the other end.
He rained several punches, and pulled the electric parted-door apart, he stepped out, and strode casually in the hallway, he knocked down a door, and entered.
He went towards the window, and saw that a jet have gone into the sky.
His eyes turned bright red, his fangs elongated, and his bones crisped, making an unwholesome noise.
His body twisted, until he transformed into a giant creature, with wings, he folded himself into a ball.
And slammed on the glass window, shattering it, into different pieces.
He fluttered his wings, and started flying towards the private jet, chasing after them.
Lucy arrived at the outdoor bar, in the beachside, holding her phone, she bit her lower lip nervously, looking around.
A young man held her waist, he reeked of alcohol.
“Come here, baby, I wanna have you tonight” he said, touching her inappropriately, she pushed him away.
"Fuck off” she hollered, and stepped forward, ignoring his incoherent yapping.
She sighted Jack, alone, having a drink, her heart sank, when she saw that, the chair