"Who the hell are you?!" The voice roared at the intrusion. "Is he the young man?""I think so. It must be him since he's asking for the coffin.""How dare you barge into the house of Sir Ramela at this ungodly hour?!""Start stating your reason for barging in if you want to keep your life!!!"All the guests starting throwing threats and warnings in the way of the strange young man who had just walked in. The young man stood in the shadows of the door, devoured by the darkness that was cast by the towering walls around. His deathly aura bore an entourage of different forms of terrors that no man had ever witnessed. He took two steps forward, revealing himself under the sparkle of rays from the first chandelier that lighted the first quarter of the gigantic hall. He was dressed the same way he had dressed three days ago. There was a mask on his face and gloves in his hand. His shoes barely made sounds as he moved forward, like a ghost. "It's him!!!" One of the guests exclaimed, ju

When he came to a halt, he looked. But the young man was no longer standing in the spotlight anymore. Right now, he was seated in the elevated seat consecrated for the old patriarch. "It's you." Sir Ramela's shaky voice jittered even more, like he was at the verge of crying. Instantly, while everyone was watching, he dropped on his knees, bowing to the earth. Although he was a couple of distance away from the young man, his heartfelt homage was closer. To him, going any closer to The Hunter would be nothing but death wish. The memories of the bowels of those men from that year had left a permanent scar on his mind. Now to think that the man who had killed all the secret agents of the rogue president of a powerful country in order to ensure world peace was now in his mansion seeking to take his life! If The Hunter could easily kill the rogue president who was armed and powerful, how much more an old construction agent like him?His life instantly meant nothing to him anymore. He wa

"Cute." Irwin smiled, looking quite unbothered by the threat of Jaja. It was like putting fleece to fire. At the very lick of flame, the fleece would be a thing of the past. And he was the raging fire. "Cute?!!!" Jaja couldn't believe his ears. He was intensely enraged by the guts of this Irwin Buckham. "Do you think you are untouchable because you have been successful thus far? Do you think you are made of iron?""I should argue about that but the proof has been in your face." Irwin replied. "If I was so disposable as you so wish, why am I still here today? Why do I make you feel intense fear even though you are fronting like a hard rock!""It is true. I am alerted." Jaja admitted. "Every sane man would be alarmed and prepared in the face of danger, but that doesn't mean that I'm scared of you. All my life I have been getting ready for today. I have kept myself secluded in my study to perfect all the tokens of power. And now that the completion has been achieved, I can die smiling,

Irwin Buckham was standing at the center of the district square. The coffin was at his feet as troops of aged folks and inhabitants of the district swept in his direction. There was a young lady leading the aged folks in that direction. It was Bethany Colwill. She was waving from all directions serving as the directional guide to the old folks. Earlier today, she had woken up to a text from the Supreme Commander. When she first got the text, she thought for a moment that she was having a dream. When the voice of her father came calling then did she realise that it was real. In the text, Irwin Buckham had asked that she come to the district for a specific instruction. The instruction was for her to go every house in the district and direct them to the district Square. When Irwin saw her coming with the crowd, for a moment he was quite impressed. It was at this moment that it dawned on him how difficult the task must have been. He started to imagine how someone would randomly show u

Irwin was rather confused by the sudden turn of event. Not in his entire life would he have imagined that these old folks who were detached from the modern city would be able to have such a classified information at their disposal. He stood watching as they all chorused, begging that he spared their lives. Not for once had he ever thought that he was going to kill them. Hence, he didn't find a cause for their pleas. On the other hand, he understood why they must be feeling that way. Everyone who knew his identity would do anything to kiss up to him. It was the strength of his status and the dexterity of the authority he commanded. "Please, rise." Irwin called, walking to the man who had initiated the homage. He bent over Doha and lifted him up. As he did so, Rafa caught the sight, because he was stealing a look, and he stood not waiting for his turn to be lifted up. "Let's gather around." Irwin signaled and all of them rose to their feet. The hostility in the air has vanished an