Chapter 8: A Question After Information

To get to the Black Market Damian had to climb down what seemed like endless stairs and the surroundings were very dark with the only illumination coming from the candles hanging on the walls. In the distance Damian saw a conscious light and that's when he realised he had arrived. 

Behind the thin black curtain that separated the area Damian could see that the Black Market was quite crowded this time. Since Damian already had his destination in mind, he walked leisurely towards the west. 

Damian tightened the hood of the hoodie he was wearing, he didn't want anyone to recognize him here. Although Damian rarely came to the Black Market before, still he had done a lot of business with people who often came here. 

"I hope that person won't reject my presence," Damian murmured, feeling quite worried because he came here without telling his friend. 

However, no matter how much Damian worried it wouldn't help because he had to see for himself what would happen later when he met his friend, he just hoped he would help him. 

Until finally Damian was now in front of a metal door, he took a breath first, then kicked the metal door while saying, "What are you doing here!" That was the code Damian had to say. 

Soon a small rectangular hole began to open, from which a pair of eyes stared intently at Damian, trying to investigate who had come to him. 

"Tell me what you want?" The person said in a hoarse voice that sounded lazy. 

"Let me in, I can't say it here." Damian also refused to say what he wanted, he wanted to avoid that someone would hear what he said. 

The hole closed again after Damian said his answer. Damian was momentarily panicked when the person didn't respond to his words. 

Just as Damian was about to kick the door again, he heard the creaking sound of the metal door, he was quite surprised because he didn't expect the person to open the door for him this easily. 

"Come in!" the man's words now turned cold. 

Damian wasted no time and immediately stepped inside. Actually, Damian had come here many times because he had worked together with that person very often. 

This place still hasn't changed, from the outside it looks like it will be cramped and dirty. However, if you go inside, then behind the creepy metal door you will see a place that looks quite luxurious with many computers.

Damian followed his friend towards the centre of this room, he still didn't want to make a sound and just followed what his friend was going to do. 

"Stop pretending, I already know who you are," the man said as he rolled his eyes, unable to stand Damian's continued pretence. 

"Roderick, I need your help!" Damian no longer hid his identity, he also took off his hood, he was sick of wearing it. 

"I thought you were dead, after I heard about your accident." Roderick no longer cared about Damian and he chose to sit in his chair, then busy with the computer in front of him.

"That's one of the reasons I came here. Tell me what you know about my accident," Damian said immediately, for starters he wanted to get information from a reliable source like Roderick.

He heard Roderick chuckle at his computer, "I guessed it, but what would I get if I helped you?" Roderick turned to face Damian, smirking in an attempt to challenge Damian. 

Expecting this Damian remained calm, "You must know that I have nothing left. However, I will give you a fun game," Damian replied confidently, he knew Roderick like the back of his hand. 

"Very interesting, I know you know very well what I want. But, this time I want more than that," Roderick replied as he leaned back, waiting for what Damian would offer him this time. 

"Of course I will prepare something more for you. If I manage to help you take back my place, I'll give you whatever you want." Damian was happy to give Roderick anything he wanted, as long as he was willing to help him. 

"Then, what if you fail?" Roderick raised his eyebrows curiously, he wouldn't bet with someone who didn't believe in himself. 

This time it was Damian who chuckled, he understood why Roderick was asking him this. "You know I won't lose to those bastards, but if I end up losing you can take my body and sell it at a high price. I'm sure it's still a profit for you," Damian explained without hesitation. 

Roderick seemed satisfied with Damian's answer, he clapped his hands for it, "I'm not wrong to make you one of my partners. Alright, I'll accept your offer," Roderick replied happily while working for Damian. 

"Then it's time for you to get to work! Tell me the information you have," Damian said, eager to hear the information Roderick had gathered.

"One thing you should know is that the public doesn't know that it was your accident. And your family didn't say anything about your disappearance. It looks like you're up against someone pretty smart this time," Roderick explained, hearing his fingers nimbly surfing over his favourite keyboard. 

"Is there any other information you know?" asked Damian, not really thinking about the information Roderick was giving him. 

"Before I find out, tell me how you got into the accident. That way I'll know where to look." Roderick needed the details of the incident from Damian, right now he only had general information about Damian's accident. 

After that Damian recounted what had happened to him on the night of the accident, from beginning to end he did not miss anything. No matter how hard Damian searched, he still couldn't figure out who attacked him that night. 

"It's your fault for having too many enemies, you don't even know who is likely to attack you." Roderick shook his head in disbelief at the life Damian had led. 

"I seem to know something. From the informants I have in every corner of this city, I heard that people from the Maxwell family were seen around the area of your accident, I will look into this further." Roderick then said something he knew. 

Damian started thinking about the Maxwell family, "I know about that family, aren't they the new rich who rose because of their company? I don't seem to have any problems with those people," Damian said, remembering if he had ever done anything to the Maxwells. 

In response to Damian's words Roderick just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he wouldn't be surprised if Damian forgot about who his enemies were. Then Roderick turned back around to face Damian and tossed Damian a nondescript old-fashioned cell phone. 

"Don't come here too often, call me from there. I'll send you information from there too," Roderick said, explaining his intentions.

Damian didn't refuse Roderick's gift and he agreed with what he was doing at the moment. And no matter how far Damian thought, he could definitely say that he never had any problems with the Maxwell family. 

"Then why are they trying to kill me?" Damian's mind was still having trouble understanding this new information.