Redmption 177


    Brandon’sst words somehow sounded familiar because Xander had said it earlier today. No,


    wait–it was the boss‘ message. I couldn’t help but look at Brandon again. With my understanding of


    him, I knew he couldn’t possibly be the boss.


    “Cocky, huh?” The leading bald man scoffed. “Let’s see how much you can take!” He cracked his


    neck and eximed, “Destroy the ce!”


    Immediately, the group behind the bald man started smashing things. Brandon, however, stayed


    unmoving. I understood why he was doing that.


    He wasn’t afraid; he knew that if these people started destroying the property here, it was


    equivalent to messing with Chris. That changed the whole narrative


    At that moment, the security of the amusement park dashed toward them. The guards could ignore


    the fight between the burly men and Brandon, but destroying property within their vicinity was where


    they crossed the line. The security’s job was to protect the amusement park.


    Although the troublemakers were tough, they were easily outnumbered by the guards. In no time,


    the security had stopped them. Naturally, that was not the end of things. These punks hade


    prepared.


    The leading man suddenly grabbed the head of one of the guards, ced a knife against his neck,


    and threatened angrily. “Get your fucking hands away from us, or I’ll sh his throat right here!”


    Stunned by the scene, I immediately signaled the security guards to release the punks.


    The guards did ordingly, but the bald man did not release the man he held hostage. Instead, he


    nced at Brandon. “I know you’re a stubborn one, but I fancy myself a challenge. If you want this


    man alive, kneel and apologize to me. Otherwise, prepare for a bloodbath.”


    “You can’t do that!” I couldn’t help but voice out.


    The bald man diverted his attention to me. “Hey, pretty chick. I see you’re soft–hearted. Why don’t


    youe to me, and I promise not to hurt you and him?”


    There was no way to negotiat my way out when faced with thugs. While holding the guard hostage,


    he started inching toward me. Even if I stayed put, he would still capture me regardless.


    As such, I concocted a n. As soon as he neared me, I would strike!


    Before I could execute my n, Brandon appeared beside me and sent a flying kick toward that


    man. Wailing in pain, the bald man fell on his back.


    He fell to the floor heavily. When his headnded on the ground, it bounced back up twice. He was


    fleshy, and that made him surprisingly bouncy!


    Meanwhile, the other punks were startled by the turn of events. They called out to their boss,


    “Tank!” before gathering around him.


    Tank was definitely doing the tanking.


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    Faced with their defeated leader, the other punks were ready to attack Brandon. Before they could


    do anything: Brandon exerted his dominance and shouted, “Scram!”


    The punks froze at his word. Momentster, they scrambled to pick up their beat–up leader and


    flee.


    ncing at the destroyed park, I walked over to Brandon and asked, “What exactly happened?”


    “They tried to stop me from investigating my father’s car ident case. He was honest.


    2/2


    I was taken aback. After today, it could only mean that his father’s car ident was indeed


    suspicious


    Naturally, I asked, “What have you found out so far?”


    Brandon stayed silent. Considering how I had been avoiding himtely, the question felt out of line.


    I


    smiled awkwardly and said, “You know what? I shouldnt…”


    Before I could finish my words, someone called out, “Mr. Gildon.”