Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment (Book 1: Completed)

28: Price of Justice

Nisha's Point of View

In the face of the shocking revelation that Daddy Truce, a member of the Red-In-A01 group, was the mastermind behind it all, I found myself at a loss for words. The truth seemed almost too surreal to comprehend, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, including surprise and confusion. Amidst the gravity of the situation, a part of me even wanted to laugh at the sheer incredibility of the circumstances.

Had we been unknowingly facing the very person pulling the strings of this dangerous organization all along? It seemed that way, considering Daddy Truce's involvement and Mr. Shon's apparent surprise at the revelation. I couldn't help but wonder what his true plan was, and why he had orchestrated all of this.

"Did you just learn about it?" Mr. Shon grinned at my reaction, trying to gauge my emotions. I remained composed, locking my gaze on him, refusing to reveal the turmoil of thoughts within me.

His question was met with silence, as I kept my cards close to my chest. I needed to stay vigilant and cautious in this situation, unsure of whom I could trust fully. The game had reached a critical point, and every move I made now could determine the fate of not just myself, but also those I cared about.

As Mr. Shon's true predicament became apparent, I couldn't help but feel a hint of dark satisfaction. He knew his time was limited, and the weight of his age bore heavily on his movements. The worker, who I assumed to be his subordinate, continued working tirelessly, contrasting sharply with Mr. Shon's evident frailty. The irony of the situation amused me, and I stifled a quiet laugh, observing how even Daddy Truce and his associates were affected by my reaction.

"Can you tell me what's humorous about that?" he questioned, as his expression betraying some uneasiness.

I smirked, recognizing that my response was getting under his skin. It was what he wanted - for me to feel trapped and powerless. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Because I was thinking about how I buried you!" I screamed, channeling my anger into action, charging at Mr. Shon.

With a swift strike to his face, I forced him to take a step back. I knew it wouldn't be enough to defeat him, but I was prepared to do whatever it took to stand up against his tyranny. As he clenched his fist, preparing to retaliate, I didn't hold back in expressing my contempt.

"You're the devil! You and your father are identical; both of you are worthless!"

I lashed out, my emotions fueling my determination to bring him down. He attempted to counter with a kick, but I managed to evade it, remaining vigilant and ready for whatever came next. The fight had escalated, and the intensity in the room was palpable as I faced the cruel mastermind behind this chaotic situation.

As the men dressed in black arrived on the scene, their presence caught me off guard. They were young and aggressive, attacking us all at once. Two of them closed in on me from either side, but I swiftly leaped and performed a split kick, connecting my foot solidly with their faces. They were unable to react in time, taking the full force of the strike.

Despite stubbing my toes in the process, I drew my katana, knowing I had to deal with the immediate threat before addressing Mr. Shon.

Turning to face my colleagues, I could see that Daddy Truce was already locked in battle with five of the black-clad men, and Shawn was facing another group of five opponents.

"Nisha! Right behind you!" Shawn's warning echoed, urging me to stay vigilant.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my katana, readying myself for the incoming attack. I could sense his movements, and I heard his footsteps approaching from behind. He brandished a gun, but I remained calm and focused, positioning myself to defend against his assault.