Chapter 289 288: Negotiation
SLAP!
Bam!
"What did I tell you about bringing an incomplete payment?"
In a room that spoke of opulence and depravity, a man who seemed to be in his fourties and had blonde hair spoke in a deep and indifferent tone as he gazed at a young boy who was coughing out blood as he slumped near a wall with a body sized imprint.
The man walked away from his desk, and with cold indifferent eyes behind his shades, he walked towards the young boy.
"Did I not ask you a question?"
The blonde man removed his glasses as he grabbed the head of the young boy and looked into the young boy's amber eyes.
"Ye- Yes you did... Father."
The young boy struggled to speak due to the immense pain he was feeling from the blonde man's slap.
Meanwhile, a tinge of rage sparked in the eyes of the blonde man when he heard the word- Father.
Bam
Bam!
A kick landed on the young boy's skinny stomach and the immense force behind it slammed him into the wall once again.
GAH!
"Don't you dare call me Father. I can never have such a useless and worthless son like you."
Hearing the heartless words of the blonde middle aged man, no pain, anger or sadness could be seen in the eyes of the young boy. Only... exhaustion.
'If I don't call you Father, you'd treat me worse you psychopath.'
The young boy thought, but didn't dare such words out louds.
"Ah."
"Now. Answer my question."
Disregarding the groan of pain that escaped the lips of the young man, the blonde middle aged man grabbed the boy by his throat and questioned once again. But this time, his voice was much deeper and colder.
"And how do you expect him to speak if you hold his throat old man?"
A completely different voice resounded in the room, startling the blonde middle aged man and the young boy.
The blonde man dropped the boy and turned to look at the newcomer who was sitting on his desk with crossed legs.
"Who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. It is what I want that matters."
With a nonchalant tone, the intruder replied.
"What you want?"
The blonde man's brows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds. Then a flash of realization appeared in his eyes.
He glanced at the young boy with amber eyes before shifting his gaze back to the intruder.
"Impossible."
The blonde man replied with a resolute tone and the smile on the intruder widened slightly.
"Oh come on. Everything has a price. Just name your price old man."
With a nonchalant tone, the intruder spoke.
"He's not for sale. Not for any price."
The intruder tilted his head and his smile became slightly wider when he heard the resolute words of the blonde man.
"Hmm. Well, a part of me was kind of hoping you would reject my request."
"Cause you see..."
An stifling pressure engulfed the room as the gaze of the intruder became exceedingly cold.
"... You're really ruining my image of fathers."
A drop of sweat from the blonde man landed on the floor as he felt the unrestrained aura of the intruder.
'What sort of aura is this? It's like I'm facing an extremely powerful warrior that has fought in countless battles.'
'But that's impossible. He's too young to have such experiences!.'
Despite the thoughts running through the mind of the blonde middle aged man, he did not cower and instead got into a stance for a battle.
A slight frown emerged on the face of the intruder when he saw the reaction of the blonde middle aged man.
He turned his gaze to the young boy who was looking at him with untold levels of exhaustion and acceptance.
The intruder tilted his head slightly.
"Do you want me to kill this man? Or do you want to take revenge and kill himself?"
"What do you want me to do with this man?"
"Say it, and if I find it reasonable. I'll do it."
A strange light which was unnoticed by the intruder flashed in the eyes of the blonde middle aged man after the intruder spoke.
The young boy looked at the blonde middle aged man then the intruder, and with a tone that sounded coarse and deep for a boy his age, the young boy spoke:
"I don't care what you do to him. I just want to be free and happy."