33: Trouble at Work - Part 3

Aria's statements were swift and to the mark. She was keeping herself out of trouble for the most part.

The police officer looked taken aback by Aria's lack of fear. He was more used to a girl in her position frozen stiff and asking to be escorted back home. But Aria looked like she could not even be bothered.

"Miss, you are free to go. But we don't feel confident letting you head out alone. How about one of it—"

"I will take Aria home. We are co-workers and friends. I'm sure she would like to have a familiar face with her rather than an unfamiliar one at the moment."

Liam interfered, seeing this as a golden opportunity to get out of this situation.

The officer did not look satisfied, and Liam was almost afraid that he would be denied. But then the officer decided to let Liam be.

"All right! That might be for the best. If you have any problem, do not hesitate to reach out to the police."

The officer told Liam before he allowed them to leave and brought the thugs back to the police station. Aria kept her silence as long as there were people around, but once they were alone, she decided to turn her gaze toward Liam.

"I do not need you to escort me. If anything, I feel like I should be the one to escort you back home. The kind of company and friends you keep around you are terrible—"

"Aria, those people were not my friends, but thugs who came to cause me trouble. I thought I should clear this up before any more misunderstanding could occur."

Liam spoke before Aria could finish speaking. She looked taken aback, but she masked her expression within seconds, and her face looked resolute.

"I knew that. I was just testing you to see if you realized it or not. Looks like you need more practice with this. Anyway, I will head home now. I will see you tomorrow."

Aria turned around and walked away. Liam noticed the shade of red that covered the female's ears, and it was evident that she was embarrassed.

"Looks like Aria can mask her expression but not her ears. That sure is a way to tell when she feels embarrassed."

He chuckled as he watched the female leave. Then, he started his bike and went back home as well.

Liam had no intention of telling anyone what happened here. He did not want to cause trouble for others or make them feel worried.

Besides, he was sure that this was a one-time thing and would not happen again. Surely, these people would try not to get into more trouble, right?

"Somehow, I have a feeling that things are about to become even more irritating. Tsk, I should not be feeling like this, but I cannot help it."

Liam reached home and locked his bike. Once he had dinner, he went to sleep. But the feeling of wrong did not leave his side.

"You all will be locked up for a few days, so you should think about what you did wrong. We will contact someone to come and get you—"

The head officer spoke without hesitation as he led his small group inside the prison cells. He did not even get to lock the door before he was shot dead and ended up lying in his own pool of blood.

Those who were following him looked shocked as he suddenly fell dead.

"Which one of you should I blame for getting called out in between my meeting? So, is anyone going to answer me?"

Loud footsteps echoed in the prison as a well-dressed man stepped over the dead officer and walked toward the prisoners. His intimidating aura made people shy away from him and look away.

"B-Boss, w-w-what are you doing here? I was told that you were… Did you come to save us?"

The scammer stuttered, but he slowly got more and more confident as he looked at his boss. But it was too soon for him to feel relieved, because the next second, he had a barrel of a gun pointed at his face instead.

"I clearly remember telling everyone not to call me or irritate me when I am working, but it seems as if you did not remember it. Shall I remind you of it?"

The boss asked, his gun burrowing itself deeper against the scammer's head.

It made the scammer go pale, and his knees felt weak.

"B-Boss, this is not even my fault! I went back to return the vase you said was useless and get the money back. But not only did I get humiliated by their worker, but they also got the police involved. Give me one reason to keep you alive."

The more the man stepped forward, the more scared the scammer looked. He was sweating bullets, praying that he would get to live another day and see his family.

But it was looking to be more and more difficult by the second.

"I will show you results! I will bring that worker as well as the other employee to you as soon as I can. If you have them, then the shop will have to pay you for scamming you."

The terrified scammer begged as he grabbed the powerful-looking man's things. He was trembling, wanting to know whether he would survive or not.

"So, you want another chance? Sure, go ahead. However, if you fail, then I want you to sign away your soul to me. Are you ready to take this chance?"

The boss sounded serious, but the scammer had nothing to lose from taking this deal.

He had sold his soul the second he chose the mafia to make a profit. But at least, it was better than to die in a ditch somewhere in a dark alley.

"Boss, I won't bring shame to your name. I promise you that I will get revenge and bring you some gifts soon."

The scammer made his quick escape, and the boss watched him flee. Once he was gone, the boss turned to look at the others.

"So, what about you? Do you have anything to say about yourselves?"

He asked before the small crowd was shot dead.

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