Chapter 66 - Chapter 65

CHAPTER 65 OUT OF THE LINE

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(WENZIEL)

Eriez's leather shoes were tapping impatiently against the floor of the holding room at the police station. He was anxiously staring at Zhio who was sleeping soundly on the wooden couch. His face was filled with bruises and his blackened eyelids looked like bad tattoos.  

The group he had a brawl with had fled the bar as soon as he passed out.  Knowing Zhio, he might have had caused the fight and on top of it, he's already drunk before he went to that place. Filing charges against his opponents would be useless; the jury will consider that a mutual affray.

A dram shop lawsuit could also be filed against the bar but such case was hard to win and in turn might have a negative drawback to Zhio's reputation.  

People shouldn't know this even happened so I didn't consider to do any of those. Stopping this incident from reaching the media and newspapers was all I could do.

"I didn't expect the young Zel Cantheliz would ever enter this place," the officer said.  

I sighed and nodded. Eriez sat in front of me and did the same. His hair had greyed a little than the last time I recalled. He was also having a hard time dealing with Zhio lately.

"I couldn't believe he'd ever be involved in bar fight," Eriez added.

"Thank you officer for looking after him."

Zhio's men carried him out with a scoop stretcher to the car waiting outside. He needed immediate care.

"We'd be going then," I turned to the chief policeman.

"Please forget what occurred tonight."

He nodded and watched us leave.

Everybody was tensed inside the car. Eriez spoke nothing while Zhio was carefully strapped to his seat, still unconscious.

"I wish it isn't the mortuary that'll call us next," I said.

"Looks like we have a lot to discuss about tomorrow. This kid is getting out of control."

"We sure do," Eriez nodded.

(ZHIO)

My body felt heavy and my sight was still reeling.  

Sya had just gotten in with a tray full of something I wouldn't like.  

"Ginger tea," she said as she placed the items individually to the side table.

"Tomato soup and bananas. All good for your hangover."

Hangover, right.

I suddenly remembered everything last night, the woman, and the punches.  

"Who brought me home?"

I asked although I knew what the answer is.  

"Your fathers," she replied as she opened the wide windows.  

I knew it.

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