He turned to look at the kidnappers, who were unlike the jovial self, were now walking straight and stiff. He was amused at their change, but his smile froze as he saw something from the corner of his eye.From one corner of the eye, he saw a person approaching him. The person was slowly walking towards them with his head held high. He was almost 6"6"" tall. A big moustache covered his upper lip. He took a drag from his cigar and released the smoke, which swirled and twirled as it rose up into the sky. He looked at the vanishing smoke with a contemplative look on his handsome yet scarred face.
It exudes so much grace and elegance. Brad stared at the man, whom he was familiar with. He was none other than Luke Tyson, the father of Samuel Tyson, as well as his father"s nemesis.
But what was he doing here? Brad has this question in his mind. His mind reeled with various thoughts. Why would Mr. Tyson be here of all places? Especially when he was kidnapped. Something was terribly wrong here. Brad knew it all in his heart, but was rather reluctant to believe them.
"All of you did a good job." A deep magnetic voice sounded from the back, and Brad"s heart jumped. An absolute dread filled his heart, which he never felt before.
He tried to calm himself down, but something within him warned him that the voice that he heard was someone not to be messed with. It was as if he knew that the man was dangerous. But how could he? He never saw the man ever before. He craned his neck to the side to have a better look.
A man with a huge white beard donning white cloak came into his view. He had an emblem of a half moon drawn between his brows. It glowed in the moonlight. "Phosphorus?" Brad thought to himself.
"My lord." Luke deeply bowed in front of him.
"You may rise." The saintly man with an evil aura said with a swish of his cloak.
"Yes, my lord." Luke kept his head bowed, and Brad snickered. It felt too funny. But why would they kidnap him of all people? He was getting really irritated at their slo-mo melodrama. "Is this ancient time? My lord and all." Brad cursed them in his mind for wasting his time.
"So, this is the sprout which decided to poke his nose into your business." He said before he turned towards Brad and said, "You have quite the guts, Boy."
Brad stared at him blankly. Actually, it was not his fault. He did not understand what he did. But out of the corner of the eye, when he saw Luke smirking, he understood. He raised an eyebrow at them and said confidently, "Are you sure that you are blaming the right person?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hehe. If I tell you everything, what is the need for verification? Find it out yourself." Brad smirked. The fear he felt earlier was long gone. He whispered to Olympia, "Who is this man?"
"Master, it is not good for you to know about him." Olympia replied shakily.