I parked the van at The Bystander's Apartment. To be surprised, the receptionist had recognized me, even if I was wearing a hat.
"Hi. I am here to see Jan Hermosa." I simply asked her.
"Y--you?" She gasped in fear.
"Yes, it's me again." I spoke softly.
"Uhh--I'm sorry, sir. Visitor's aren't a--allowed to visit at this time. Please, co--come back tomorrow." She utterly spoke to me.
"Lady, he's a friend of mine...it's okay."
"I'm--I'm sorry, sir. Visitors aren't allowed to--sir!"
Leaving me no choice, I walked to reach the stairs without any permission. When I was about to reach the stairs, a random macho guy blocked my path, "You best listen to the lady, mister."
"Get the hell out of my way." I insisted.
"Cute. No." He pushed me.
I was on the ground, "You really think you're tough, eh?" I straight punched his scrotum but hell, nothing happened. He didn't even budged!
"I think you just broke your arm, mister." He laughed. "Okay...okay...how about this...get up, and punch me as hard as you can in my face! If I'm still standing, you will leave this apartment and you will never come back!" He added to me.
"Deal." I stood up...and then I poked his eyes.
"EARGH! MOTHERFUCKER!"
I grabbed him, and then I whispered to his ear, "You just made a deal with a wanted man..."
After that, I knocked him out by breaking a broom in his face. He landed right into a scrawny old man who was just sitting on a sofa.
"Ow--my back! Help!" The old man screamed very painfully.
I was shocked. I felt guilty to what had happened. I went to the old man so I could help him...but before I could touch the old man's arm, the lady pressed the alarm...she thought I was going to hurt the old man too. I wouldn't do anything like that...
"What the hell, lady?"
"What the hell is going on?!" A security guard suddenly came out from the comfort room. Yeah...just like that. If you ask me, I didn't know if he was really shitting in there, or he was just trying to avoid his fucking duty. He glared at me and yelled, "Did you do all this?!"
"Yep."
"Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
"Nope." I rushed and kneed his scrotum. I went behind him and grabbed his cuffs.
"Hey--what do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm cuffing you, so you won't be a big trouble later."
"You will sleep inside of a prison for this!" He looked at my face. "Wait a minute--you're...?"
I quickly arranged the position of my hat, and went to the old man to help him get up from being crushed by the steroid monkey.
"Here you go..."
After helping the old man, he slapped me, "Does your mother never love you, boy?" That made me very furious, but I let the old man walk away.
"Hey!" The guard on the ground spoke to me. "Aren't you the wanted man in Malabon City?"
I looked at him, "I didn't kill the China Bank guards."
He smirked, "Everyone tells the same lie."
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MARKUS SANDATA
ActionImagine you were in the midle of losing everything after being used by a person whom you trusts the most, but then, you had decided that you would rather stick with the problem because it used to be the "perfect" situation for you. What would you do...
