YOUNG SATISFIER

Chapter 10: The Risks of the Job

Reno felt threatened. His breathing became uneven, yet he tried to remain calm and raised both hands to show that he did not want any trouble.

With a voice that attempted to sound reasonable despite the fear clearly hidden within it, he said, "Please calm down first. If there is a misunderstanding, we can talk about it properly. I don't want to fight anyone. If there's something you want to ask, I'll answer it."

However, Ganjar had no intention of listening. His eyes burned with anger as he stepped forward. In a cold tone that made the atmosphere even more tense, he said, "Talk about it? You still dare ask to talk? I've sent people to follow my wife countless times. Every single report has been the same. She leaves with you and goes to a hotel. So what are you going to tell me now? That the two of you were just playing cards in there? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Reno wanted to explain himself, but Ganjar gave him no chance.

At Ganjar's command, several of his men immediately moved. They grabbed Reno's arms tightly, preventing him from escaping. Reno was forced off his motorcycle, and the moment both feet touched the ground, Ganjar's fist came flying toward him without mercy.

Bang!

Bang!

Thud! Thud!

Punch after punch slammed into Reno's body. Ganjar did not stop at using his fists; he kicked him repeatedly as well. Reno eventually collapsed onto the ground, curling up as he endured the pain.

Even so, he did not scream.

He merely gritted his teeth and endured everything. Deep down, he knew that his line of work carried risks. Sooner or later, something like this was bound to happen.

Ganjar stared at Reno with disgust. He grabbed Reno by the collar and yanked him upward slightly before speaking in a voice filled with hatred.

"How dare you touch my wife? You're practically begging to die. I've been patient long enough, but today I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Reno instinctively raised an arm to protect himself. Before he could say anything, however, a powerful kick slammed into his side.

Thump!

"Ugh!"

His body rolled across the pavement once again. His face turned pale, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Ganjar pulled a small knife from his pocket. With cold eyes, he pointed the blade toward Reno and said, "Someone like you deserves to die. If I let you live, you'll only continue ruining other people's families."

Before he could do anything further, the sound of a police siren suddenly echoed from the distance.

Wooo... Wooo...

One of Ganjar's men immediately shouted in panic, "Boss, the police! They're coming this way!"

Ganjar cursed under his breath. His face twisted with irritation. After glaring at Reno for several seconds, he finally stepped back and signaled his men to leave.

Before climbing onto his motorcycle, he pointed at Reno and warned him in a threatening tone.

"You're lucky today. But your luck won't last forever. The next time we meet, I guarantee you won't be going home alive."

Moments later, all of them sped away, leaving Reno alone.

Strangely enough, the police car never appeared. The siren only grew fainter and eventually disappeared into the distance. Perhaps they had been chasing something elsewhere.

Reno tried to stand. He pressed his hands against the ground and forced his body upward, but the pain spreading throughout his body made him collapse again. His vision blurred, and his head felt unbearably heavy.

Alone on the roadside, Reno could only hope that some kind of miracle would come to save him.

Not long afterward, a car stopped nearby.

The window rolled down, and a driver looked at Reno with concern. In a cautious voice, he asked, "Young man, it looks like you've been badly beaten. Are you still conscious? Do you need help? Should I take you to a hospital?"

Reno wanted to answer, but his lips felt heavy, and darkness slowly crept into his vision.

Seeing his condition, the driver finally stepped out of the car. He examined Reno for a moment before letting out a relieved sigh.

In a calmer tone, he muttered to himself, "Thank goodness. It doesn't look like any of the injuries are immediately life-threatening. He's just unconscious from taking too many hits."

Without wasting any more time, the driver carefully lifted Reno and placed him in the back seat.

A middle-aged man sitting in the rear passenger seat observed Reno closely. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Take him to the hospital first. We can't just leave him in a place like this."

The driver nodded and immediately drove toward the nearest hospital.

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Several hours later, after receiving treatment, Reno slowly opened his eyes.

A white hospital ceiling greeted his vision. He blinked several times before realizing that an elderly man was sitting beside his bed.

With a weak and hoarse voice, Reno asked, "Who... are you?"

The elderly man smiled faintly. Instead of answering immediately, he asked a question of his own in a friendly tone.

"More importantly, how are you feeling now? Is your body any better? The doctor said you have quite a few bruises, but none of the injuries are serious. You just need a few days of rest."

Reno tried to sit up despite the lingering pain. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the old man again.

The man pointed at himself and said, "My name is Bejo. I'm Mr. Yasa's driver. He asked me to stay here and watch over you until you woke up."

Reno's eyes widened slightly upon hearing that. Filled with surprise and gratitude, he quickly asked,

"Mr. Yasa? So he's the one who saved me from the roadside earlier? Is it possible for me to meet him? I need to thank him personally. If it weren't for him, I might still be lying there right now."