Chapter 371 How About We Bet On Our Lives


    The guy who was wearing a mask looked familiar to Rachel.


    It felt like she had seen him before somewhere yet she wasn''t sure.


    "They are here, Boss." The man with a cap said to the man who was wearing a ck mask.


    Thus, the masked man turned and looked at the people who were standing outside the door. He shot a


    short nce at Rachel and then stared at Hiram. His eyes lingered a few more seconds on Hiram


    before he waved at his subordinates and said,"Let theme in."


    Nervousness was welling out of Rachel''s chest when they walked in. She was grasping on Hiram''s


    hand tightly as she held a crying little boy with her other hand. Her eyes were never leaving the


    masked man who was sittingfortably inside the room.


    The air inside the room was both heavy and sinister. The man with a mask was skillfully ying with a


    Swiss army knife as he kept his attention to the couple. Then without any further ado, he stabbed his


    knife into the table with a loud thud.


    "Can you guess who I am, Mr. Rong?"


    Hiram gave the man a quick once-over and thenughed. "Mr. Yan! Nice to meet you again after a few


    days. What''s with all the mystery, huh? You really don''t have to do all this if you just want to see me.


    You could have just told me and I''lle."


    "Oh, yeah? I highly doubt that. Don''t you and Marcia want me to die? You two could have been


    sessful if I weren''t this mysterious, right?" said Patrick. He sat on the table and let out a hollow


    It was possible that Hiram did nothing. Nheless, Marcia wouldn''t let him live.


    The woman had tried to kill him once but failed. He bet that Marcia was extremely nervous after he


    survived the explosion. She might be shaking to death now while thinking of how gruesome his


    revenge would be. She would definitely do whatever she could to kill him.


    "Cut the crap! What do you want from me?" Hiram hissed dangerously as he protectively stayed


    holding Rachel''s hand.


    Meanwhile, Rachel wasn''t even blinking as she kept on staring at the masked man. It was a few


    seconds more when realization suddenly hit her and made her mouth ajar. That man! The man who


    saved her that day was Patrick! Oh, God! How could she not recognize him?


    She noticed that Patrick had been evading her stare as if he didn''t even want to look at her directly.


    Why?


    "Well, Mr. Rong, I, Patrick Yan, am a desperado now. I fear nothing. Therefore, you''d better tell your


    subordinates to mind their behavior and do not strike back. Otherwise, there will be a loss for both


    sides of the situation,"


    said Patrick as he took a clean towel that his subordinate handed him. He drew the knife from the table


    and used the towel to wipe his knife.


    Rachel was stunned at what Patrick said but then looked outside upon hearing loud noises from the


    courtyard. Her eyebrows furrowed upon seeing a lot of armed policemen in dark blue uniforms


    positioned everywhere. They were all pointing their guns at Patrick''s subordinates. Thus, all the


    She breathed a sigh of relief. Was this the reason why Hiram looked so rxed? Goodness! He


    seemed to have already nned everything!


    "Stop crying, my little baby. Go and find the policemen there, okay?" Rachel squatted and said to the


    little boy. How on earth did Patrick get this kid in the first ce? She could only imagine how worried


    the child''s parents might be about their son.


    The little boy looked at Rachel hesitatingly. He sniffed his nose and seemed to think for a while. A few


    seconds after, he finally gathered his courage and walked towards the policemen.


    The child was weed by one of the policemen who had put his gun down upon seeing him. The


    officer then held the child in his arms protectively and moved out.


    "I don''t know why you are insisting on this, Patrick. You very much know that this will be no good for


    you. Listen to me and give up." Hiram said calmly as he looked at the man.


    Ironically though, his warning just earned a cold smile from Patrick. "Yeah, I know. I also know that


    nothing will be good for me as long as you are around. I know by fact too that you don''t have to kill me


    by yourself if you want to. You can always just ask someone and they would be more than willing to do


    it for you. I''m envious. How is that? How could you possibly take advantage of everything?"


    Marcia had almost done everything in her power to the extent of sacrificing her subordinates just to


    take his life. How could a single word from Hiram drive someone to do such?


    What was with Hiram?


    Hiram was safe and sound all the while! He didn''t even have to raise a finger just to do things.


    "Hiram, how about we make a bet? What do you think?"


    Patrick''s eyes turned sharp on Hiram as he spoke.


    "What are we going to bet on?" said Hiram between his clenched teeth.


    "Well, it will be dull if we bet with money. How about we bet on our lives?" said Patrick as he finished


    wiping his knife. He put the knife back to the scabbard without even looking away from Hiram.


    On the other hand, Hiram just smiled coldly at him and calmly said,"You''re a desperado, Patrick. I''m


    not. I have a beautiful wife and two cute children. Why would I bet on my life?"


    Patrickughed out loud. He walked towards the table and grabbed a ss of water. He removed his


    mask for a while with his back on Hiram and Rachel. He took a drink, wore his mask again, and then


    turned to Hiram.


    "It''s not like you even have an option now.


    It''s either you make a bet with me or refuse me, making everyone die here. And... yes, that''s including


    your dear beautiful wife."


    He said while ring at Hiram.


    Patrick''s words made Hiram furrow his eyebrows and look at Rachel. "Okay, I can make a bet with you


    on one condition. Let go of Rachel first. You hate me, not my wife."


    The masked man remained staring at Hiram and didn''t even look at Rachel. "No, I can''t let her go. I


    know your skills and talent well. You can get away very easily without her! I can''t take that risk."


    Rachel who stood next to Hiram stayed silent as she continued to stare at Patrick. Everything was too


    confusing to her. Why would Patrick save her that day if he wouldn''t mind killing her today?


    She thought that Patrick might still have conscience no matter how bad he was.


    But then, behold the unbelievable! How could this heartless beast standing before them be the very


    same Patrick she thought of?


    "Patrick Yan, what the hell do you want to do? This is already what? Your third life? I believe you still


    aim to survive. Why can''t you just treasure your life? Why did you evene back?" Rachel looked at


    Patrick and walked closer to him. "Plus, what''s with the mask, huh?"


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    Patrick looked around and deliberately deadpaned Rachel. His voice was emotionless when he


    said,"None of your business." He turned his attention back to Hiram and hissed.


    "Hiram, if you are a real man,e with me. Tell your wife to stay here. I demand no subordinates of


    yours to follow us."


    The masked man walked towards the door and asked one of his subordinates to make Rachel sit down


    on a sofa.


    Hiram took a quick nce at Rachel, looked outside, and then without any more word, walked next to


    Patrick.


    They needed to settle things down now that Patrick was back.


    The situation was inevitable anyway as they would have to deal with this sooner orter.


    Rachel wanted to follow them but was stopped by Patrick''s subordinate. The only thing to be heard


    next inside the room was the sound of a door closing. She was locked by Patrick''s subordinate inside


    that house. They shut her out of everything and she couldn''t even see what was going on outside. She


    was surrounded by Patrick''s men who were all keenly keeping their eyes on her.


    She kept pacing back and forth. It was only seconds ago when Patrick and Hiram walked out of the


    door but Patrick''s subordinates made it impossible for her to know anything.


    "You two get out! I need to find them." She went hysterical and grabbed the men by their arms. She


    wanted to get out! She couldn''t just wait here!


    What were they going to do?


    Bet on their lives? Patrick was insane!


    "I tell you what. Mind your manners, little miss. Although our boss told us not to do anything to you, I


    personally don''t mind disobeying my boss if you keep acting like that." The man with a cap said as he


    gave Rachel a malicious once-over.


    "Oh! Aren''t you worried? You just said that Patrick is your boss. Are you just going to allow your boss to


    do things like this? Aren''t you afraid that something bad might happen to him?" Rachel shouted at him.


    What the man said made her feel even worse. She was both frustrated and anxious now.


    Patrick changed a lot when he came back. He was insane. He might hate his own life and wanted to


    die but then he couldn''t just ask Hiram to join his suicidal act with him!


    "Shut up! Boss has his own n. Stop making nonsense noise! Otherwise, you''ll regret it!" sneered the


    man with a cap at her.


    Rachel could only wish that she could pass through the door to see what was happening behind it. The


    time was ticking and only God knew what was going on.


    Five minutes more passed by


    and Rachel couldn''t just sit on the sofa any longer. Waiting was insanely absurd! Thus, when the


    gatekeeper changed shift with the other man in the house, she stood quickly and ran with all she got


    towards the door!