Chapter 915: Clean up order
"I’m glad to see you doing better after my nephew massacred your family."
Primo instantly froze the second that sentence caressed his ears. His eyes slowly dilated, staring at the old man sneering at him. The man was too old to be in this place of chaos. But that smile plastered on his face sent a chill down Primo’s spine.
Primo knew this particular look and the distinct sensation enveloping him under the old man’s gaze. Many years ago, he felt this exact same feeling of rage and humiliation under the gaze of a stranger. Although that man — the one who suddenly visited him in the mental facility — wasn’t smiling at that time, he gave off the same aura as this man.
"Hah..." A shallow laugh slipped past Primo’s lips, running his tongue across his inner cheeks. "You’re one of Dimitri’s people, huh?"
The old man smiled until his eyes were squinting. "So, you still remember Dimitri? That’s good." He nodded in satisfaction. "We all thought you lost your mind and forgot who you truly are. Dimitri was worried."
"Worried?" Primo scoffed, carefully crawling his hands around his rifle in place. "He was worried that I forgot about him? He’s truly an interesting man."
"He always had his eyes on you," said the old man. "After all, no one pissed him off to that degree as much as you did. Therefore, you had a special place in his heart. It was a shame Old Garner was in that mental institution. You got lucky."
Primo’s jaw tightened, holding his breath, eyes fixated on the old man. The latter caught him off guard. Hence, Primo lost his proper grip on his rifle. He was trying to be careful, knowing that the old man could open fire while he was unprepared.
"After my friend visited you, Dimitri had a change of mind. He thought he should kill you, or maybe make you work for him. Of course, he’ll clear your name and give you a chance to start anew. Sadly, you weren’t in the mental facility anymore." The old man sighed. "That Old Garner truly gave us a hard time back then. He killed every single person Dimitri sent to your way."
Primo paused a little, unaware of what this man was saying. At the back of his head, he knew Dimitri would come looking for him if he found out he had gotten out of the mental facility. However, the late Mr. Garner didn’t mention anything about all of this.
"You were really lucky, kid," the old man nodded at him reassuringly. "First, Mr. Garner protected you. And when that old folk died, Dimitri got so busy he almost forgot about your existence."