The Deceitful One

The next morning, Jeffrey Gill, who was sleeping soundly with his wife was abruptly woken up by his personal butler barging into the room with a hysterical expression.

Jeffrey's eyebrows immediately furrowed as he screamed at his butler, "Wally, what the fuck is the meaning of this!?"

The butler, Wally, was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown as he struggled to speak, "M-master, we've been r-robbed."

"What!?" Jeffrey got up from his bed and approached his butler, Wally.

He grabbed Wally's shoulders and shook him as he asked again, "What did you just fucking say!?"

"M-master, most of the things on the first floor and the second floor have been stolen. A-and your study…" Wally didn't dare to finish his sentence. Because earlier in the morning, when he entered the study on the second floor, he nearly got a heart attack.

The moment Jeffrey heard his butler mention the study, he immediately rushed to the second floor, still in his night pajamas. Mrs. Gill who was still on the bed was simply dazed by what was currently transpiring.

Jeffrey ran down the stairs as his big belly wobbled up and down. Soon, after entering his study on the second floor, he was greeted by a smell so pungent that he nearly covered his nose.

He looked around the study for a moment and then his eyes landed on his portrait painting that was leaning against the wall on the floor. Looking at the piss marks on his portrait painting, he spat through gritted teeth, "Who fucking dares!?"

And then his eyes fell on the secret passageway that he had personally set up when he had initially built the house. When he saw that someone had found a way to open up the secret passage, his heart nearly stopped beating.

With bated breaths, he entered the secret passage. His heart beat rising with each step that he took. In his heart, he prayed to all the deities, hoping that his safe would be alright.

However, the moment his eyes landed on the safe that had been unlocked and its insides that had been cleared out, he dropped to his knees, clutched his forehead, and screamed, "Nooo!!"

In his despair, Jeffrey noticed the letter that was kept inside the safe, seemingly mocking his misfortune. After a few moments, he got up to his feet and entered the safe.

He crouched and picked up the letter with his trembling hand. Jeffrey was currently going through myriad emotions of grief, regret, and anger.

After opening the envelope, he unfolded the letter. The content was very small but it lit up a flame of anger in his heart so fiery that he nearly shattered his own teeth while gritting.

'Jeffrey, you fat pig,

First of all, I want to thank you for giving me all your hard-earned money. The conflict between you and my late father has been going on for quite a while now. It's time to end this tomfoolery, once and for all.

There are also a few things I would like to discuss with you. So meet me in the warehouse in my estate three days from now, that is 25th of this month at 11 pm. Not a day early and not a day later.

Oh and don't even think about going to the police and reporting this matter. I have lots of evidence of the crimes and the murders you have committed and had your men commit over the past few years.

If you involve the police, I will leak everything. So act wisely.

Yours truly,

Jack Brown.'

Jeffrey tore the letter in anger right after he read it as he screamed in an enraged voice, "Jack! You hairless fucking cunt! How dare you!?"

It took him a great amount of effort to calm down his emotions.

A menacing light flashed through his eyes as he gritted his teeth, "Good! Very good! It was your biggest mistake to even allow me three days' worth of time. I'll make sure to thoroughly kill you and take everything you own."

…

22 Augustus Street.

Bryan had just finished his study session with Detective Watson and was currently having lunch with him.

Tenderloin steak with mashed potatoes and some boiled asparagus was his usual lunch whenever he dined here.

As they were chatting over lunch, Detective Watson suddenly said, "I'm leaving for Nadir tomorrow morning, Bryan."

Bryan paused eating and replied, "Oh, is it because of your wife, teacher?"

Detective Watson smiled and nodded, "That's right, she could be giving birth anytime this week. So I must be there for her."

"That's great, teacher. I'll pray to the Goddess for her and the child's well-being." Bryan smiled brightly. Naturally, he was happy that his teacher would become a father.

Detective Watson smiled warmly and asked, "I might be gone for a few months, I can't say for sure. I'll leave some money with John in case you need it for any emergencies."

Bryan's heart warmed as he smiled, "Don't worry about me, teacher. I have more than enough," then he spoke inwardly, 'I might even have more than you, hehe.'

Detective Watson simply nodded and then they went back to having lunch. Before he left Detective Watson's house, Bryan asked for another Rank: 0 spell book from him that he had taken fancy to before.

'This will come in handy in a few days, hehe.' Bryan thought. He then bid Detective Watson farewell and called for a public carriage.

After instructing the driver to head to the police station, Bryan closed his eyes and thought deeply, 'Jeffrey Gill has already taken his position on the board. Now, all that's left is Jack and his men.'

The temperature in Damascus continued to drop as the fall season finally settled in. The leaves on the trees had mostly turned from green to orange.

The fall season was the symbol of harvest and abundance. At the same time, it also signified decay and death.

Bryan opened his eyes which were glinting with a dangerous light as he thought in his heart, 'Count your days, Jack! I will reap your miserable life three days from now.'

About ten minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of Damascus Police Station. Bryan got off the public carriage and paid the driver 2 pence, then he made his way inside the police station.

Today was his gun-shooting practice. Bryan never once skipped on his hand-to-hand combat training or shooting practice. And now, the fruits of his labor were slowly beginning to manifest.