Chapter 36 - Miller's Loyalty

Cale clicked the "No" button as it was not the right place to make purchases in 'The Black Market'.

"Let's go back to our rooms." Cale was in a good mood as he got inside the car they have rented for their use in Macau.

In less than thirty minutes, the group of three arrived in the hotel that they were staying.

"Our mission in this place is basically done. Rest well for tonight and by tomorrow morning, we will go back home."

After another hour, the banquet held inside the grand ballroom of Grand Lisboa was over. The people slowly left the venue, but the excitement from the earlier events were still fresh in their minds.

A middle aged man carrying a bruised body of a young man was walking slowly with trembling knees. The horrifying killing intent that Cale produced earlier left a deep trauma on the middle aged man. Even after a few hours had passed by, his knees were still trembling continuously. 

Miller carefully placed the injured body of Jeffrey inside a luxurious looking car. It was a black Lamborghini Aventador with dark blue highlights. 

Miller got inside the driver's seat and started the engine, but he did not even feel the presence of a man who was currently above their luxurious car. The man was clad in black clothes, his face was devoid of emotion as he held two exquisite looking knives. Both knives were from "The Black Market" and it costed Cale five hundred thousand Black Coins for each one.

"Boss Lewis will surely punish me because of what happened to his beloved son. How dare that kid Sima Fenglun injure the son of Lewis Fischer!" Miller stepped on the pedal unconsciously because of his anger and it caused the car to accelerate with great speed, but the man crouching above was not thrown out and his feet remained planted on the car.

The Lamborghini Aventador did not attract much attention as it was already three in the morning and the car stopped on a huge walled mansion.

Miller got out of the car and opened the huge gate of the mansion. This was Lewis Fischer's gift to his son Jeffrey and the mansion was still currently unmanned with only him and Miller as its occupants.

Miller placed his right thumb on a small screen embedded on the huge double doors. 

"Access Granted!" A robotic voice sounded as the two huge doors opened slowly.

Miller then turned around and was shocked to see a man clad in black clothes carrying the bruised body of Jeffrey with one hand. Miller grew alarmed because he could not feel any presence from the man at all. 

"Who are you?! Release the young master right now! Don't you know that he is the son of Lewis Fischer, Vice Leader of the biggest syndicate in Germany?!" Miller wanted to scare the man by giving their background, but the man seemed unmoved and just continued staring at him with his emotionless eyes.

He then saw the man disappeared from his sight before his vision turned dark.

Miller opened his eyes with difficulty and felt a painful sensation on his head. He wanted to clutch it, but he found his hands tied with thick chains. He glanced around the dark room and found it familiar as it was the room of his young master inside the huge mansion.

Beside him, he saw his young master in the same situation, tied tightly with thick chains.

He then heard light foot steps moving towards them and he glanced on his left and saw the man in black clothes. He could not see his expression because of the lack of light, but he can still recall his detached and emotionless face. 

"What do you want?" Miller sounded calm, but his heart was beating wildly.

"I want information about the syndicate group that you mentioned earlier." The impassive tone from that voice brought chills down his spine and the hair on his body stood on end. 

"Dream on fool! Pah!" Miller spat on the floor with contempt.

The man did not talk and instead threw a small knife on Miller.

"Aargggh!" Miller shouted in pain as he glanced at the small knife embedded on his right chest. The length of the knife was merely three inches, but knife's blade looked strange and it had three sharp points. It was truly knife meant for torture!

"Do you think this little bit of pain will make me speak?! What a fool!" Miller was loyal to the Fischer Family because he have been with them for many years.

"Whoosh!" Another another knife pierced his left thigh, but the strange thing was that no blood flowed out from were both the knives were embedded. If not for the excruciating pain, Miller would have believe that he wasn't attack at all.

"Fuck yo... you!" Miller was breathing heavily as he cursed the man.

"Whoosh!" The third knife pierced his stomach causing him to grimace in pain.

"You basta-" Miller could not even finish his words when the fourth knife pierced left lung. But the strange thing was that he did not have any problems breathing at all.

Miller stayed silent for a moment and looked fearfully at the man who was casually playing with several small knives.

"Even if.. if I die, you co... could not make me talk anything about them." Miller laughed madly and Zero threw three more knives on Miller's body. 

Zero threw the last remaining knife in his hands and it pierced Miller's heart. But the latter only felt a stabbing sensation and can still breathe normally.

'What are these evil knives?!' Miller bitterly thought as he glanced hatefully at Zero. He then saw the man took out a much bigger knife out if his sleeves. The knife gleamed coldly from the small light that the moon reflected. 

"No matter how many knives it is. I will never speak you fool!" Miller shouted at the top of his lungs. The knives embedded on his body trembled slightly, but they remained firmly planted on his body.