Chapter 54: A One On One Meeting (1)
The wooden floor creaked with uneven sounds as Cassian took careful steps into the entrance of the house. The first thing he was welcomed with after opening the door was the barely spacious living room. The living room looked empty, save for reddish-brown carpets that had been placed on the ground so maybe visitors could easily know they were meant to sit on it, according to Cassian.
For someone who made such a good-looking sword that was capable of costing fortunes, he sure doesn’t live like someone who earns really well. If he did, he wouldn’t be living in the lower East quarters anyway.
Moving past the living room to survey the rest of the house, Cassian took a left turn to a narrowed corridor. A single lantern was hanging against a door, and the flames were burning faintly as though the fire was about to die from lack of oil.
Where would Geoffrey have gone??
’This house is almost_’ Cassian wasn’t even done finishing his thoughts when someone violently dashed out of a corner with a long stick in hand, getting ready to smack Cassian with it, but due to the young lad’s improved skills, he was able to sidestep the incoming attack, but at the same time, he had set his right foot forward, leading for his attacker to trip and fall face first to the wooden floor.
"Urghgh,!!"
"Move and I’ll make sure every part of your body is redesigned with the bullets on my gun." Cassian threateningly pointed his gun at the man’s back, and his attacker immediately froze in his spot with his arms stretched forward in surrender.
"This is the attitude I like." Moving to where the bald Headed man had laid, Cassian picked up his stick before commanding in a deadpanned tone that sent chills down the man’s spine.
"To the living room, now."
At his bone-chilling words, the man slowly got to his feet and led Cassian back to the carpeted living room. His body trembling like a frightened child, dejectedly registering the fact that he certainly has nowhere to run now that he had been caught by an unknown stranger.
Making himself comfortable against the carpet, the frightened man was sitting opposite the calm Cassian who still pointed his gun at him.