Quinn balled up her fists once more, "D'YOU WANT ME TO THROW YOU IN THE PIT?!"
Logan started to laugh hysterically, "The Pit?! Hah! I thought you were so against that?! Am I hearing things or what?!" then he turned to his crew who looked like they smoked a joint or snorted an 8-ball, "Guys! Queenie said she wanted to— GRCK!"
As if the beating he received wasn't already enough, he had to call Quinn "that" so a fucking wrench just flew straight to his face. For some reason, getting hit by Quinn was waking something from inside of him and I quickly opted to refrain from looking down below his belt.
However, it seemed like the mention of this "Pit" ticked Quinn for the fourth time, and her right leg was already up in the air, aiming at Logan's head for a brutal axe kick.
*WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH*
The moment Quinn brought her tree trunk-like leg down, it just ruptured the air before it almost broke Logan's clavicle.
If he didn't guard at the right time and moved a bit to the side, it would've definitely crushed his skull—even disabling his right side—but despite all that, the fucking dickhead was smiling from ear to ear.
However, on the brief second that Quinn's leg was resting on Logan's shoulder, she suddenly lifted up from the air, twisted her body, and then fucking sent her other leg to the other side of his head. The horrifying sound it produced the moment it made contact made everyone grimace or cringe, and he definitely lost several core memories.
Logan had no fucking chance of guarding against that and he just collapsed on the ground while his left ear was bleeding.
I thought I already did a lot more than he could've handled but this time, the motherfucker wasn't waking up.
'He's still breathing though... that's good... I think?'
But the moment Quinn got up from knocking Logan out, she looked at his nearest cohort before sending copious amounts of killing intent.
"PICK HIM UP AND LEAVE!!! IF I DON'T SEE HIM LOCKED UP IN THE BOX WHEN I PAY YOUR PLACE A VISIT LATER, I'LL SHOVE YOUR HEADS IN EACH OF YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLES BEFORE I THROW YOU IN THE FUCKING FURNACE!!!"
"Y-YES! ABSOLUTELY!"
"RUN! RUNNNN~!"
"As long as it doesn't involve getting my ass be on the receiving side, I'll even take the same kick Logan did."
"Hah! That's good to hear. Come with me. You two too, you're friends, right?" Chef Ng chuckled as he turned to Kaley and Tatiana.
With that said, Chef Ng brought us over to the second floor of their mess hall which had a few partitions turned into living quarters. However, his room was the separate former main office of the facility, and once he opened the door for us, surprisingly, it didn't have much on it besides the essentials.
Tatiana joked, "I'm sorry but I'm not into older men. Besides, these two only have eyes for other girls—"
"TATIANA!"
"HAHAHAHA! Funny one, are ya? Just to put it out there, I only date women my age. You look too young for my tastes, sorry."
"I was just joking but good to know. Anyway, who's the other guy in that picture?"
Once Tatiana said that, Kaley and I turned to an old picture that was taped on the wall mirror that had a few other pictures with somewhat familiar faces. However, the picture in question sported a much younger Chef Ng who was smiling brightly and had one of his arms over the other guy's shoulder who was much, much younger but had a sharp look.
Chef Ng's eyes dimmed for a short bit before he turned to us, "Ah... That's my son, Jackie."
My eyes just widened from shock, "WAIT—"
He turned to me, "So you knew?"
"No... Not exactly, is he Number—"
"Number 2, yes. He's the one who shot Michael and in turn got... retaliated by Quinn..."
"..."
"It's... It's a series of unfortunate events but if those kids just talked normally... things would've been avoided... As I said... Everything that happened that time was really... unfortunate..."
As Chef Ng was talking, everyone could sense the bitterness in his words—especially Kaley, but it didn't take long before he offered us to sit down so he could shed some light to our current situation with Quinn.