" What? Who do you-"
" Sir, it's alright. I accept your term. Let my client go, I am sure you don't want to do it in the public?" The leader said with a solemn tone. The strange young man gave him a insurmountable feeling, like he was at the base of a mountain looking at a god. He had never felt such a thing before other feeling similar when he was in a dire situation during one of his missions.
Not to mention the men around him, his teammates were taken out in seconds? What kind of logic was that? They were not the best of the best in the country because they left special forces but they were darn close to them!
French Special forces were comparable to other special forces like Delta force from US, JTF2 and even mossad special division, Sayeret Matka. He was sure someone that had respect of forces that were able to defeat his team was not an ordinary person. His job was to protect his client at all cost and he was able to do so, there was no greater honor than to face such an enemy.
" You are right. I applaud your courage. What's your name?" Hearing Samuel ask his name made him feel a little strange. Samuel never asked the name of his client, which meant he never really cared about who he was up against but why did he suddenly asked his name?
" Raphael Rochefort."
" Good, since your life is in my hand. You will follow me from now on." Samuel suddenly ordered which shocked everyone present.
" Young master.."
" It's fine. I will tell you about it later." Samuel dismissed his concerns. Even if the guy was pointing a gun at him, he was only doing his job. If he had begged him for his life or acted like a coward, Samuel would have beaten him up and sent him to the hospital to rest for few months but Raphael stood tall.
Just from looking in his eye, he could see that other person really was willing to die for his people.
" Young master?" The leader of the ghost soldier asked for permission. Without Samuel's consent no one could enter the encirclement.
" Let them in." Samuel already knew who it was.
" F-father?" The young man stiffened seeing his old man running towards him. He had never seen his father look so horrified, his face was pale white with bulging veins on his forehead as he gritted his face with anger. The young man instantly knew that something was wrong.
" Bastard! What the hell are you doing here? Do you want to kill me this badly?" He came and started beating the young man with his cane. Anyone could tell there was little strength behind it not because he was holding back because he ran all the way here and was still busy catching his breath.
Alain Wertheimer was in his sixties with bald head and a pair of heavy glasses but right now none of it mattered. He was yelling at his son trying to teach him a lesson. Stay connected via empire
" Old man, that's enough." Samuel couldn't watch it any longer. He was feeling a little sorry for the father and son especially Alain whom he had met in the past during Armani gatherings. He was an uptight old man who gave him enough respect unlike the usual flattering that he usually got from various others. He grabbed the old man's crane and tried to calm him down.
" You, take care of it. I can see some people trying to take advantage of the situation." He ordered the ghost soldiers to take down the pictures or any materials related to this incident. Because it was a fashion event, there were many reporters hovering around looking for explosive news.
If the news about Alain beating his son in public got out, it would damaged their reputation. Samuel knew no matter how much he wanted to hold a grudge, it would only impact those that were innocent.
" Young master."
" It's fine. Let's go inside and talk." He said as he looked toward Lucie that came with Alain.
" I will arrange a place." She immediately went to work.