Chapter 296: Torture
In spite of his meager standings, he had still wanted to stay alive. It had got Remo thinking, just what is it that keeps pushing one to want to move on, even when everything has gone down to dust?
But then, after a moment of pondering, he had closed off the topic, because he knew within him, that he would never come to know what that thing was. He would never get to a position where he had to beg to keep his head. He would never get to the point of this cunning old man, whom, in spite of knowing who he was dealing with, still went ahead to play on his intelligence.
The old man had even renewed several jewelries on his flabby skin. Where Remo had been able to tell just how much he wanted his affluence noticed, was the evidently gold nose ring that hung pristinely between the bridge that parted his nostrils.
His vintage shirt, which were normally worn out with frequent wear, or overwashed, or obviously picked out from a thrift store, were now clearly designers, ones he’d taken his time to pick out, and he’d be damned if he raided this place and wouldn’t find more of those inside.
He didn’t even try to hide it.
This bastard really thinks I’m a fool...
"Plus, we were never expecting you to come in without a notice," the man continued, hoping to appeal to Remo with more excuses.
That was a liable excuse, as Remo usually took it upon himself to warn the person beforehand, about his arrival. So, irrespective of whatever the situation was, he would have to provide the returns that Remo required from their agreement.
But having returned from the hospital, with news of Stella being ambushed, and seeing for himself, he had gotten all riled up and was in the mood for a good session with someone stubborn. However, for some reasons, many of the people he dealt with, and that knew him for who he was, always turned up, no matter the circumstance.