Young Master

A black car drove inside the warehouse, which took them unaware as the small boss and Roland were still in their position.

The light from the headlamp shone brightly and they had to cover their eyes with the back of their palm to avoid the flashes of the light.

The small boss still had a knife place of Roland's throat. They both looked in the direction of where the car was parked.

A group of men came down from the car and they were all wearing fitted black suits and well-polished shoes.

They were all holding a pistol, pointing it toward the direction of the gangsters.

The small boss gulped harder, he dropped the knife and raised his hands in defeat. While the other gang members did likewise.

From the look of things they weren't ordinary people, maybe some higher gangsters.

Roland just stared at them curiously. With several thoughts in his head.

His thought was cut off by the sound of the car door.

One of the men in a black fitted suit rushed to open the door of the black Rolls-Royce.

It creaked open, bringing a pair of black shoes to settle on the dusty ground.

An old man came out of the car and stood in front of them elegantly.

He glared at the gangsters and then gazed at Roland with a questioning look.

Maybe they might know the person he was looking for.

"I'm in search of a man named Roland Lafayette." The old man said with a straight face.

Roland was anxious. The gangsters gazed in his direction.

"Look who's in trouble now." The small boss whispered to one of the gangsters as they looked at Roland with sympathy.

"They are probably here to kill him. Maybe he has borrowed a large sum from them too." One of the gang members said mockingly.

Roland heard the gangsters murmuring to each other. But he chose to ignore their petty ass conversation.

He glared at the old man who still had a straight face. Roland didn't know if they were here to save him.

The old man had an expressionless face. He just sighed out of frustration before indicating that he was the one they were searching for.

"I'm Roland Lafayette!" He said bluntly avoiding the old man's gaze.

The gangsters especially the small boss had a smirk on. But to everyone's surprise, the old man rushed to give Roland a tight hug.

"At long last, we finally found you young master Lafayette." The old man tightened his grip on him while tearing up.

The scene confused both the victim and the gangsters.

Aren't they here to kill him? Why the sudden change of moves?

The gangsters were curious to know what was happening including Roland.

The old man loosened his grip on him before bowing his head politely.

"I'm sorry about that, young master Lafayette. I'm just overwhelmed." The old man smiled.

One of the men in a black suit came forward and handed over a handkerchief to the old man and he wiped his tears away.

This was all a mystery to Roland. A few minutes ago, he was the man that owed the sum of two hundred thousand dollars and now he was referred to as a young master.

Is this some kind of dream?

Roland rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He was tongue-tied and didn't utter anything, waiting for the men's next move.

The old man looked around the vicinity before walking towards the gangsters.

The small boss shrieked in fear.

This old man looks intimidating!

The scene earlier didn't escape the old man's eyes as he didn't know what may have caused it and why they had a knife placed on his young master's neck.

Just the thought of that made him glare at them in disgust.

"What's your connection with my young master?" The old man asked with a sharp tone.

Young Master!?

The name didn't sit well with Roland. But it sounds cool though.

The small boss gritted his teeth as if this old man was going to humiliate him. "Your young master isn't a debtor!"

To the small boss's surprise, the old man ordered one of the men to suit and they brought out a suitcase.

What was inside the suitcase remained a mystery to them.

Some sort of deadly weapon maybe!

Roland knew the small boss was acting all innocent.

What trick was he trying to play?

Who asked the small boss if he was a debtor or not? Roland thought.

The small boss was humiliated, he was trembling in fear as he knew these people weren't who to mess with.

"I only asked you the about the connection you have with my young master and you proclaimed he isn't a debtor." The old man exaggerated.

"In that case, I think he's owing you some money. How much?" The old man asked with a serious tone almost yelling.

The small boss shrieked in fear. This was unlike him.

He was the powerful mafia boss that lead hundreds of gangsters and not some weakling that gets frightened easily.

His members didn't dare to utter a word. Who knows the moment they utter a single word might be the last day for them.

Now the spokesman was the small boss who told the old man the amount of money Roland owed.

Meanwhile, the victim was leaning on the wall, watching the scene.

Seeing the small boss who wanted to kill him and sell his body parts being humiliated was pleasant to watch.

"Two hundred...thousand dollars, sir..." He shuttered.

The old man threw the suitcase that was handed over to him by the man in black to them.

After all the gangsters needed their money back. The suitcase was knocked open as soon as it hits the ground.

Their eyes glittered in amazement as they saw the huge amount of money in the box.

The money of a lifetime. They giggled among themselves as they couldn't stop staring at the money.

"Now, get lost!" He instructed them with a cold tone. Before the blink of an eye, the gangsters were out of the warehouse.