“Move out, it's time to replace batch B.” A voice announced through a public announcement system. One of the policemen puffed out smoke from the cigarette, blowing it towards the boy. The boy coughed at that moment, unable to take the high intake of smoke into his lungs anymore. The policeman who was stomping off the remainder of the cigarette butt stopped and turned towards the direction of the area Alvin hid the boy, making his heart skip multiple beats. Did they find out? Alvin’s hand went to his dagger, ready to eliminate them immediately. Rather than let them take the boy to where they will harvest his liver, he would rather kill them all and let them enter the ground. After all, they were adults that have lived half their lives, while the boy is still a teenage kid that has not seen the world. The question of who should die for whom, and who should live was as clear as day. Just as Alvin was about to make his move, the first policeman who spoke suddenly sneezed and coughed.

Alvin zapped through the police station, narrowly missing a delivery bike. He continued to run, accelerating his speed till he reached the speed of light, simply dashing past people and buildings. Oliver was already feeling dizzy, despite the fact that Alvin was carrying him, doing his best not to rattle him up. All the running and wind whooshing past made him sick and dizzy, the buildings kept zapping past in a blur, he could barely see. It was all too fast to capture. This uncle, he can't be the mythical Flash that runs at the speed of light, could he? But Flash was just a movie, how could there be someone that actually had such abilities? Oliver shut his eyes, not wanting to see anything. The movement was too fast for his eyes to process, making him dizzy. He sighed and decided to trust Alvin, keeping his eyes closed. Where he was taking him didn't matter anymore. However, the air pressure surrounding them became another cause for concern, making it hard for him to regulate his

“Tiffany, I'm on my way up, open the door.” Alvin’s urgent voice jolted Tiffany up from the bed. She immediately sighed in relief. She was already tired of moaning, it has been more than two hours but Alvin didn't return as he said. He was nowhere as fast as he made her believe, causing her to wonder if something had happened to him along the way. Even her fake moans got weaker, and she had to supplement it with a voice from the porn, lowered a bit. It got to a point where another idea occurred to her. The moans from the porn were too monotonous and slutty, nearly giving everything away. She suddenly screamed a few times on top of her voice, and spanked herself. Followed by a masculine voice, saying shush. Immediately after putting on her little play, she turned on music from her phone to the highest level, switching off the porn. Whoever listening will assume that they turned up the music because her moans were too loud, and they needed to drown her voice. She also shouted at interv

“I was the one who brought him home.” Alvin whispered, going to sit beside Oliver who was still sleeping. His face had turned white and he was having trouble breathing. Alvin caressed his face with a smile, feeling his heart ache. Leah turned to look at Alvin. “Did you rescue him today?” She whispered, turning to him. Alvin had rescued her two nights ago and brought her home, treating her like his family. So it didn't take long for her to realize where the boy came from. “Exactly. He's the boy whom the doctors tried to steal his livers and kidneys and give it to the child of a wealthy government official that's a member of an evil organization. As you can see, the police are working for the evil organization. That's why the police came to surround the hospital so that I won't be able to take the boy outside. Luckily, I found my way out, and Tiffany here helped out. The police tried to question me, suspecting that I was the man who took the child away. But luckily, Tiffany provi

Alvin was dressed in a black and red professional motorcycle rider's gear and boots. The helmet under his arms in addition to his clothes and boots made him look like a professional biker. His hair was slightly tousled and he had a mischievous grin on his face. “Why is it you?” Elena asked, a look of confusion on her face as he returned the helmet to him. “Who were you expecting to see? Elena Turner, it's good to see you again. I'm Alvin Kent.” He replied with a smile, offering his hand. “Where's my brother? And why did you rescue him?” Elena asked suspiciously, taking his hand like one in a daze. “When you left yesterday, I told myself that I needed to give you a tip of some sort. Who would have expected that I received a mission to rescue your brother a few hours later? Elena Turner, you don't need to think too much about it. Just follow me.” Alvin replied and diverted to the path that connected one of three hallways to the underground parking lot. Elena followed him and fo