There was a considerable possibility that Victoria would sell him to those who wanted him dead. He looked at his watch, it was a cheap watch he purchased in a local thrift shop. As much as possible, Simon will not waste the cash he had right now. Simon knew when he took those jewelries, it would be hard to sell them, but not impossible. It’s past one in the afternoon, and by now he’s sure Victoria had already found out what he did. Conscience clawed his heart as he remembered his betrayal of Victoria. There’s no excuse for it, and it’s unforgivable. But what can he do? He has no choice. He’s technically as poor as a rat right now. He can’t even pull out his money from the bank, even though it’s under the name of Simon Scott. He’s not sure the extent of information his killers had on him, and he’s not taking the risk. “They can have my money, but they will never know that I am still alive,” he murmured to himself. He was currently eating dinner. The place was crowded, which was a

“Damn, I don’t like this idea. Isn’t it illegal?” Janus was pacing back and forth in his small living room. Simon had briefed him on what to do and say and who he needed to talk to for them to acquire the said new identification Simon was talking about. “It’s not that hard, you just have to enter that antique store and find who Chris Ramsey is. He’s the person that you need to talk to.” Simon was sitting on the worn-out sofa. He pushed a picture to the table. Janus immediately went to the seat opposite of Simon and took the picture. “This is the man?” he asked. Simon nodded. “He’s an antique dealer, but he has also been doing these kinds of things. He knows how to hack the government’s database, so he’s really reliable.” Simon has been explaining to Janus what he needs to do. He will not be going there, but Janus will. Simon can’t risk exposing his identity to anyone, especially to a person who can hack systems. He might have sold him to those interested parties, Simon can’t re

After a week of waiting, Simon finally got his new identity. The picture he used on his new identification card looked entirely different. There were no traces of Simon Salvatore Morelli in the picture. “Damn, man. You really look different in that picture. How did you do that? I mean, you wore that artificial hair and that beard to cover your face, the traces of your face totally disappeared. Did you use some makeup, man?” Janus was baffled. The moment he saw the card, he was amazed by how Simon could transform his face into someone who was totally not him. Simon intentionally made his hair a little longer, he had been avoiding going to the barber shop for a haircut. He even dyed his hair into a dirty blonde, concealing the real color of his hair. He used eye contacts with the color of emerald green. He used black contacts when he was still staying with Victoria, he needed to use another color now. And the beard. It covered his jaw and chin, making it hard to identify Salvatorre

After Simon’s break-in into Morgan’s house, it became national news. And what’s more crazy? People were actually happy that the infamous senator became a victim of burglary. Many people gave their comments thanking whoever broke into his house. Some even expressed their happiness and requested that the senator should be beaten to death for being a corrupt official. Simon couldn’t put the smile out of his face. As he listened to the news, the conscience that was supposed to be eating him from the inside slowly dissipated. Police investigators, and even the FBI got involved. “It's one of the biggest cases of burglary in the century. The stolen jewelry may amount to millions of dollars. The burglar, which the people now called The Shadow, was still at large.” He turned off the television and went to get beer from the fridge. He just moved to this apartment yesterday, and it was much more secure than Janus’ apartment building which was infested with mold and cockroaches. “The Shado

The entry and exit of the mansion was not the main problem for Simon. He wasn’t bothered at all when Cash told him that he only got three days to steal the painting.Simon cracked his neck as he continued to throw powerful punches at the punching bag. He was in his apartment, and while he waited for Janus, he decided to let off some steam. He admitted that he’s been slacking these days. He can’t fight properly, and it looks like he had forgotten how to use his fist and feet in a match. Janus took a one-day break, and Simon called him since he wanted to talk to him about the next plan. He also wanted to know if Janus found something interesting while he’s working for Torres. He really had a lot on his plate right now, and Simon felt like his head would explode anytime. The only consolation that he had was the outcome of all of his plans, and he can only hope that he’s going to succeed this time. “Whoa, I never thought you could punch like that.” Janus has arrived. He slumped on th