60 Ch 60 | Identity Blown?

"Ugh.?" Alexander used all of his remaining strength to push David away from his body and grief frowned. "Brother Anaconda, are you really…?"

"Ah?... F**k! How can you, my brother, accuse me?" David was unable to understand anything at first but soon he realised that he was being accused as a gay.

"Hehe… your actions suggest otherwise." Alexander giggled and took a few steps back.

After making sure that there was a safe distance between him and David, Alexander bent down a bit and then started taking deep breaths. He was truly exhausted after practising the footwork with so much extra weight! Right now he just wanted to go and lay down on his bed.

"Huff… " he released another puff of air. And then straightened his back while slowly detaching the belt that was binding another tyre with his waist.

"Yeah, Brother I'll need your help to train people in our training centre once it's ready." David was the best choice as a trainer for the new elite army.

There is obviously a need for an elite army when the aim is to touch heavens and grab the throne.

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"I am your brother. Even if you have not said so, I will still train an army for your protection. "

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The duo stood in the training ground amidst the cool morning breeze and talked about several issues related to the establishment of a world-class gang.

As they were talking Alexander suddenly remembered something, "Oh yeah, bro do you know where can I buy a wooden knife?"

Obtaining a wooden knife was an important part of starting the practice of his family's 'complete' special technique, "Joseph Family's Butcher Knife Technique".

Acquiring the right tool is the first step towards a great goal.

"You want a wooden knife? But why? Are you preparing it for some sort of play?" David asked before he started thinking about the place where one can easily get a good wooden knife.

"No… actually I want to start practising our family's special technique. So I thought it would be better to start practising first with a wooden knife, in order to reduce the risk of getting hurt." Although he really wanted to remain honest with his brother,but, the identity of the system is too special, even if he tells everyone about it, no one will believe him as he can't give them proof of its existence. So for the time being Alexander decided to just make up something.

"Oh… it's like that. I know a good carpenter that creates prop for stage arts. I'll request him to make some good and most sharp knives out of wood." David patted his chest ensuring Alexander about this.

"Thanks, Brother" But just as he said this, Alexander met two cold and ruthless eyes of David. This was an expression that's rarely visible on the usually cool and jolly David. Even for Alexander, who was his friend since childhood, this was his second time looking at those cold and ruthless eyes.

Alexander turned his head back to look in the direction where David's gaze was fixed. But all he found was a ground full of weeds and devoid of any mobile creatures.

'Who is David staring at, with those cold eyes?'

After finding no one behind his back or any other direction, Alexander returned to face the same, cold and ruthless eyes still staring in his direction.

'I didn't find anyone behind me? Why is he staring in this direction? He isn't staring at me… is he?'

To confirm his guess Alexander spoke out, "Brother are you staring at me?"

"Who are you calling brother? Who are you?" A voice very cold, hoarse and familiar came out of David's voice. This was the voice of David when he's really angry. But what made him this angry?

"Ah? Who am I? Brother Anaconda you forgot me just after a few seconds of silence?" Unknowingly a layer of sweat appeared on Alexander's forehead as he replied this time. He wasn't nervous or anxious, but this layer of sweat was getting thicker than the layer formed after exercising.

Soon, his back was drenched in his own cold sweat for an unknown reason, the more he looked at those cold and ruthless eyes.

"You aren't Alexander! Who are you?" David inquired with the same cold and ruthless voice.

Alexander started sweating profusely after hearing this. Now he knew why he was sweating so hard earlier.

Why is David asking this? Was his identity blown up?