Jefferson just realized one thing, he was so anxious that he forgot to ask when he should arrive at the market because "before midnight" can mean any time. Jefferson cursed his foolishness and finally, after some consideration, decided to leave at ten o'clock. But Andrew suddenly called him. Jefferson didn't want to pick it up at first, but Andrew might come to his house just because he was worried and thought that something terrible had happened to him. So picking it up and listening to his annoying ramblings was a much better option than him messing up Jefferson's plans. So Jefferson opened his closet, pulled out his pajamas, and put them on along with the shirt he would wear to the market. Jefferson saw his reflection in the mirror; luckily, these pajamas could cover his clothes. Jefferson brought his phone, which was ringing, a video call from Andrew. Jefferson entered his room and turned on the air conditioner to the coldest temperature because he felt hot; he was wearing two c
Jefferson didn't listen to what Hugo said; it was like a speech to open an event that wasn't necessary. Even without doing that, the event will go well – if they prepare well for the event–. Jefferson saw several photographers on the second floor hanging around, and Hugo occasionally smiled at the camera. In contrast to his brother, he seems to enjoy it; when the camera is on, Homer looks down or tries to hide behind his brother. Maybe Homer always does it; that's why he's always on the edge of the photo and looks angry. Jefferson knew Hugo quite well because he often appeared in public with that image, so he wasn't too curious about Hugo. Although Jefferson knew that Hugo didn't show his true self in public, he had to hide his terrifying side. Jefferson's gaze shifted to his older brother, Homer. Jefferson had only guessed what kind of person he was so far. Homer rarely appeared in public; even if he appeared, he made such a face. But maybe he's grumpy, and he always made that fac
This place used to be a scary place for Jefferson, and he didn't want to go to this place. If Andrew didn't pull him, Jefferson wouldn't have been here. He even went to that place twice, which had nothing to do with their investigation.Jefferson was pissed off every time he thought about it, and he'll make sure that pervert would pay for it someday.But Jefferson wanted to admit one thing he wasn't aware of at first. Because no matter how annoying he was, this place gave him a good memory and a warm and safe feeling. The terror out there was worse than what happened here. It's quiet and lonely here, like being in a different world. But it's always been like this; even in the day, this place always gives a different vibe than the rest of the market: it is like a glitch.Jefferson couldn't see inside the fabric shop. The doors were tightly shut as if they were separating themselves, the lights were off as if they didn't want anyone to find them, and there was a transparent shield outs
Jefferson shoots him in the head, and he falls, losing consciousness and his life. Jefferson did not waste his time; he pulled the trigger and hit the second person. Jefferson also shoots the third person. It wasn't hard to finish them off, but from a distance, Jefferson heard others shouting; they screamed in anger, wondering who had shot who. Thunderous footsteps and shouts sounded like a monster trying to find Jefferson. He took a wide step, leaving that place; he was running away. Jefferson thought they would come from the main hall, so he walked straight toward the exit. So he didn't expect, even before halfway through it, Jefferson to meet someone instead. Jefferson didn't have enough time to turn at the corner beside him and divided to hide inside a table with a transparent shield. The table was more than enough to protect him from the side and the back; Jefferson only needed to keep an eye on the front. His chest heaving up and down; damn it, he growled. He gripped the g
Whether it was luck or a coincidence, neither of them turned in his direction, so Jefferson remained where he was, occasionally checking at those walking apart. Only six of them and Jefferson left, and they had fifty minutes left. Jefferson bit his lip, his face crumpled, realizing there wasn't much time left. They split up into small groups of two people, and two groups walked towards the main hall; maybe they wanted to search the other side of the market. They seemed sure that Jefferson had run away because they sent more people there. And after reaching the main hall, they would probably split up, one group going to the right side and one to the left side. While the other two were searching this area, they started walking opposite Jefferson's position, heading towards the main exit and the guard on the stairs.
The first thing Jefferson saw as soon as he lifted his head was Hugo's smile, which reminded Jefferson of a bright lamp in his living room. He didn't even need to add another one; that lamp alone was enough to brighten every inch of the room. His smile was slightly different from his lamp. Instead, it brightened the surrounding, and his smile darkened it because it was more likely a scary smile, not a friendly and nice one. Seeing that smile made his heart skip a beat; he gasped and staggered, luckily the two bodyguards holding his body, so Jefferson didn't fall backward. Hugo laughed; confused by Jefferson's overreaction, he shook his head. Not knowing that it make Jefferson even more shocked and surprised. Plus, he was still confused, unable to process what was happening around him. "I can't wait to see the results. Are you the last man standing? Or there's someone left, and we should disqualify you? But I hope we're not gonna do that. I saw you on CCTV and was impressed. I can'
Jefferson awoke with his eyes widened and gasping for breath, like when he gasped as soon as he popped out from the water. The next second, he felt his throat dry, and it felt like it was trying to strangle Jefferson, he coughed, and that woke someone up. He was sleeping beside Jefferson, unsure how long he's been there. Even though Jefferson felt weak and his head hurt, he tried to get up because he felt uncomfortable with everything, but the person who had just woken up held him back. He gripped Jefferson's shoulder with his strength, and Jefferson was too weak to resist him; he was forcing Jefferson to lie back down. "Wait a minute, I'll call a doctor," he said and took a phone next to them. Jefferson stared at the man intently, he was sure he had never known him before this, and he was absolutely sure that he had not lost his memory. He could still remember his whole life and all the things that happened that night, even all the things Andrew did and the revenge he would take
Max nodded, still looking excited, while Jefferson froze."Actually, Mr. Homer and Mr. Hugo wanted to let him go. We even sent someone to warn him, hoping he wouldn't come again, but he still annoys us by visiting some of our casinos and dealers, so Mr. Homer and Mr. Hugo had no choice but to finish him off.""He visiting our dealer? Which dealer has he visited?""Yeah, it's right. I was assigned to arrest him. We followed him. At first, he was at our casino on X street, then went to several dealers until he went to one of our casinos, and I caught him there.""Those dealers, do you mean the ones in the market?"Max fell silent, his face twitching, his funny smile fading into a strange smile that Jefferson had never seen before.Before finally, he lowered his head and groaned. Jefferson was shocked, he thought something had happened to him, but Max shouted instead."Which market? Oh, God? What kind of bodyguard am I! How can I forget about it? I feel ashamed, Jeremy. What should I do?