The man didnât expect that a child like Victor would attack him and grab his neck. He didnât dare to move fearing the Victor would slash his neck any second.
âBoss.â The man swallowed hard out of nervousness. He glanced at his boss who was standing a few steps away. It happened sixteen years ago. Norton looked so young and arrogant wearing leather clothes. He smiled contemptuously at Victor, whose height only reached his chest.
As if enjoying a great show, Norton lit up a cigarette and smoke in front of Victor. Holding the broken glass tightly in his hand, Victor met Nortonâs gaze.
âKid, are you seriously threatening me with his life?â With a sneer, Norton added, âIt wonât work. I have a lot of men working for me, all of whom are more capable than that loser. If you want to kill him, do it!â
âBoss, you canât let him kill me! Youâ¦â Victorâs grip on the manâs neck when the latter tried to speak.
Even though the man begged, Norton remained indifferent. His eyes were only focused on Victor.
âWhat are you waiting for? Kill him.â
âBossâ¦â
As Victorâs eyes swept across the area, he roughly estimated that there were at least fifteen people here; all of them were equipped with either baseball bats or knives. He could also tell at a glance that they were trained for this.
In other words, Victor couldnât possibly win against them. The fact that Norton was fine with him killing one of his people made the situation more terrifying.
âLet the driver go.â, Victorâs small yet firm voice rang out.
The driver, whose upper body was pressed against the car, struggled when he heard what Victor said.
âNo, Mr. Sullivan. Leave me here. Run!â
A trace of amazement flashed across Nortonâs face.
âKid, you canât even protect yourself, how are you going to protect others? Well, let me tell you something. Nice people donât have nice endings.â. There was no response from Victor, so he continued, âHow about I give you two choices since you are such a good friend?â
Norton threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it as he walked forward The closer he got, the harder Victor pressed the broken glass on the manâs neck. The sharp glass grazed the manâs skin, causing blood to ooze out.
âThe first choice is that I will let your driver go with some money. But you have to think it over. Itâs not guaranteed that your driver will call for help once he gets away. Maybe he will just run away with the money.â
After all, if the driver went home without Victor, Carolyn would question him. How could the driver explain how Victor was kidnapped?
If the Sullivan family decided to punish him, there was nothing he could do. But if these ruthless men let him go and gave him some money, he could run away from the Sullivan family and live a good life. A wise man knew which choice was better between the two.
âAs for the second optionâ¦â With a playful smile, Norton continued, âIâll give you a knife and you can kill your driver.â
The driverâs eyes widened.
âOnce you killed him, Iâll give you half an hour to escape. Iâll give you one minute to think about it. Kid, think wisely. Whatâs more important? Your life, or the life of the person who may betray you?â Norton tested Victor. The driver trembled in fear. He looked at Victor with pleading eyes and called out his name.
âMr. Sullivanâ¦â
Victor cast a quick glance at him before interrupting Norton who was just about to count down. âI donât need a minute to think.â
âOh? Really? Have you made up your mind?â
âLet the driver go, and Iâll follow you.â That was the young Victorâs decision. Despite the possibility that the driver might betray him, he couldnât be selfish.
âAre you sure? Boy, you should know that this is your last chance to live.â Disappointed by his answer, Norton squinted his eyes.
âLet me tell you the truth. Someone paid me to kill you. Do you really think that this is just a kidnap for ransom? Let me say it again. Someone wants you dead.â These words would have frightened an ordinary child, but Victor didnât even flinch. His face remained expressionless.
âLet him go.â
For a while, Norton stared at Victor and waited if he would change his mind. He sneered when he realized that Victor was serious.
âBoy, you will regret it.â The man holding down the driver released him.
True enough, Norton gave the driver a bank card too.
The driver looked at the bank card in his hand, and then at Victor. He knelt on the ground and said, âMr.
Sullivan, thank you. Thank you!â
At this time, Victor threw the glass he was holding since he promise to go with the kidnappers.
âJust go,â he told the driver.
âSirâ¦â
âPlease call my grandma and tell her Iâm grateful to her.â
âThank you for protecting and loving me for the past six years. Thank you for giving me home, and for making me feel that Iâm not alone.â These were the words Victor hoped he could say to his grandmother.
With bloodshot eyes, the driver bowed to Victor three times. If it were someone else who witnessed such a dramatic moment, he would have been brought to tears. However, Norton only got annoyed.
âAre you leaving or not? If you donât want to leave, you can stay here with him. Anyway, I donât mind killing one more person.â
Scared for his life, the driver stood up and limped away.
Looking at the driverâs receding figure, Norton chuckled and walked up to Victor.
âYou idiot.â Suddenly, a loud gunshot echoed in the place. Before Victor could react, the driver, who was running for his life, stopped. Then, he trembled and fell straight to the ground and never got up again. Blood gradually flowed out from the manâs body, staining the road. With wide eyes, Victor turned to look at Norton, who was holding a gun that was still pointing at the driver.
Norton shot the driver dead.
Because of this, Victor, who had always been nonchalant, was enraged.
âYou broke your promise!â
âSo what if I did?â Norton put away his gun, held Victorâs face and approached him.
âBoy, you should thank me for helping you get rid of a person who betrayed you. Besides, I just promised you to let him go. Did I say that I wouldnât kill him?â
When he tried to touch Victor, the latter shook of his hand.Norton ordered his men.
âTie him up and take him away! If he resisted, beat him until he couldnât move! But be careful, I donât want him to die so soon. Heâs interesting.â