The Another Chance To Live

Chapter Eight

Third POV

"That darned bastard broke my arm because of that slut!" The guy yelled as his cousin signed at his bewildered reaction before tossing his cup of alcohol in his direction.

They were sitting at a shady bar down the capital street that served the best beer in the city. The bar wasn't overcrowded like usual, but instead it was rather empty today. Victor, his cousin, playfully winked at the bartender as she returned the gesture by hooking her index finger towards him.

"Can't complain. He's among the guys with impressive build, and the master seems to take a liking to Maureen." Even though he said those things calmly, he felt enraged himself. Maureen took his place just in the meantime, three months after being a rookie.

Joseph gritted his teeth before taking the drink and gulping it down his throat. The coldness it provided soothed his anger a little bit, but it wasn't entirely distinct.

I'll make that bastard pay for what he did to my precious arm.

Victor was well known for his cousin's tantrums, and he planned to keep an eye on his actions to avoid further damage to his reputation in the illegal world.

The pale guy stood up from his place in order to give his cousin some time with that bartender, as he planned to exit without any farewells.

"Joseph, I know it's hard to bear the truth for you as much as it's the same for me. But it doesn't give us the right to act reckless and troublesome, master." Victor philosophically expressed his concerns. He hated the guts of that guy, but he was powerless and a debtor to the 'Master'. He can't do anything that harms his job, as he wanted the exact thing for his cousin. Joseph knew why they were suffering at the hands of that anonymous boss, and he took Maureen for an excuse to sooth his anger and dismay.

Soon he was back at the dungeon, with another guy following him behind with the loaf sack in his hands for the supper of those rats. The bunch of keys jiggled in his pocket as he struggled to pick the right one for the door before pushing it in.

The place smelled rotten as he saw the numerous pairs of eyes on him again. Those eyes that looked at him with fear and desperation now stared sternly. Joseph felt frustrated as he ordered the other guy to dump the sack for those rats to feed on.

Look at those rats who feared me; they are now glaring. It's all because of that Maureen bastard. He ruined my reputation among these lowly pests.

"That must be painful for you." The girl had red strands attached to her head and ruby-red eyes. Her crouching figure leaned against the wall near the door as those words held a hint of mockery.

The image of a young girl mocking him made his blood boil as he lost control, and his other hand charged at the girl to slap her face with a huge impact as she fearlessly stared back at him. His hand was a few inches away from touching the surface of her cheeks before he stopped his actions. The raw memory of the monstrous guy twisting his arm made him freeze to his spot as sweat formed on his forehead.

That was close. If he had successfully slapped my precious face, that duke would deliberately deny my existence against his will. Wait, now does he even have one?