Chapter 110

MIRO whom I owe some damn money. They must have hired some men to threaten me.”

“How much do you owe?” Benjamin asked, despite knowing that the bullet was actually aimed at his head.

“Almost half a million,” George was frowning throughout. “Without including the interest.” He began sweating a lot, too. “They won’t leave me until they get the money.”

“Why don’t you ask your sister?”

“I already did, and she told me to die,” George said, furrowing his brows. “I’m sure her husband adds tens of thousands of dollars to her bank account every week, yet she always says she’s low on money when I ask her.” “Geez... what a sister.”

“I’ve thought about stealing her dress and shoe collection, but then I was afraid of Shawn. That big pig would kill me if I made his wife cry,” he cringed in pain. “You think the damn sniper would have left? What if he moves to another location and shoots again?” “It doesn’t look like they want to kill you,” Benjamin played along, “so even if he shoots again, he’ll probably go for the ass.” George’s butt hurt just from hearing those words. “Call the police! Did you call the police?” “No,” he started walking out of the pizza hut. “Wait, where are you going?” “I’ve done what I could. You should take care of yourself from here on.” “You bastard!” George yelled. “Get your ass back here! Krgh! How can you leave me here like this?”

However, Benjamin didn’t even look back. He wore a black jacket, put his helmet on and drove away on his old Harley Davidson bike, the one he used to ride before getting married.

At Pure Waters bar.

Rodnie was talking with someone on the phone. “I’m telling you for your own sake. Withdraw that bounty right this instant.” “Why are you making a fuss over a nobody?” the voice from the other side spoke. “Did working as a school principal soften your guts?”

“He’s not a nobody,” Rodnie stressed his words. “He’s someone who can bring the whole system down.”

“What? You are saying Black Feathers can be brought down by a single man? There should be a limit to your pranks, man.”

“This isn’t a prank, you idiot. Who even put the price on his head?” he put his glasses down.” For what reason?”

“I don’t know about the reason, but it’s the governor’s son who’s asked us.”

“The governor’s son? You mean Arlo Campbell?”

“Yes. He’s not the kind to listen to others, so I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do now. One or the other has to die.”

Rodnie noticed Benjamin entering the bar, so he ended the call. “Sir, did you know about the bounty?”

“There are already guys trying to shoot me dead,” Benjamin replied, sucking the color out of Rodnie’s face. “I-I’ll do my best to talk with the guy behind the bounty and get him to change his mind.” “Ho...” Benjamin sat on the couch that was in the center of the bar, “who’s this ‘guy’?” Rodnie was startled. “Y-You didn’t know?” “I didn’t care,” Benjamin attention fully shifted to Rodnie, “but since you seem to know the name, why don’t you just say it?” Rodnie forced out a smile. “There’s no need to waste your time, sir. Let me deal with this small matter.”

Benjamin thought for a second. “Alright. I’ll give you midnight. Tell me the good news, or I’ll go find him myself.” “Y-Yes, sir,”

Rodnie hurriedly left the place, already making another call. The barmaids served Benjamin some wine and tried to sit on the couch, next to him, but a glare from him made them stand and keep their distance. The couch wasn’t there in the past, but it was recently put there just for Benjamin’s sake. “Arlo Campbell, huh...” Benjamin poured the wine in the glass on his own. “I’m glad that it isn’t your brother who hired the sniper, Rebecca,” he muttered under his breath. He took a few sips and thought about Rebecca. “Time stands still when I think about you...” he unlocked his mobile to call her. On the screen, the notification of the voicemail app caught his attention. “Mm? What’s this?”