Fight In Car.

Vern was unable to get up after hearing Ted's insult. It was as if it left him transfixed, weak and bereft of all the energy he'd had to save Zay.

"Argghh!" shouted Vern in frustration. He hit the cement floor with all his might to vent his frustration. Vern's chest was tight as if a boulder was crushing him.

"It's not your fault, there are just too many of them. Now get up and let's go after them. I've memorized the license plate. Let's go!"

Jonathan was already beside Vern, he put aside last night's dispute to encourage Vern. Jonathan extended his hand to Vern who was looking down.

Vern raised his head slowly, he wanted to check if Jonathan's words were serious. He was still silent watching Jonathan's frowning face. Vern sighed heavily, he mustered the strength to get up saying, "Go away, I don't have time to hear your insults."

"Wait a minute, why do you care so much about Zay? You know he's a guy, right?" asked Jonathan raising both eyebrows and lowering his hands. He looked at Vern curiously.

"No, she's a girl. And mind your own business," Vern snapped. He was too lazy to argue with Jonathan, he chose to ignore him. Vern went down the stairs and picked up his cell phone to order a taxi.

"What? Hey, wait a minute! So you already knew that Zay was a girl? Since when? Don't you like her, that's forbidden because Zay is only mine!" Jonathan squealed. He wanted to stop Vern by trying to grab Vern's shirt, but Vern was too far away and his attempt failed. He was still not satisfied, he really wanted to ask Vern for further explanation.

"Damn humans, I said stop!" shouted Jonathan again angrily. He ran down the stairs with his mouth agape cursing at Vern.

Jonathan's efforts were in vain, he stopped just as Vern was getting into a taxi. Luckily for Vern, he ordered a taxi that happened to be passing in the area.

"Arggh, what an asshole! That weakling!" Jonathan cursed. He ruffled his hair, then kicked the empty air as he watched the taxi carrying Vern get further and further away from him.

Vern himself turned to face forward after seeing Jonathan's exasperated face. He grumbled, "That jerk you are, why does he care about my relationship with Zay? What a weird guy. Huh."

No sooner had Vern complained than his mind went back to imagining Zay's situation. He shook his head quickly, "No time to think about that jerk!"

"Where is Ted going to take Zay?" Vern crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to guess the possible places where the confinement would take place.

Suddenly the taxi driver interrupted Vern's thoughts by asking, "How sir? Have you decided where you want to go? Or should I take you home, where is your home?"

Vern was disturbed by the taxi driver's action, his face that was hardened to complain turned bright. Vern came up with an idea, "Genius! Take me back to the Vlodostok family's main house."

"Yes, sir." The driver smiled broadly, revealing his large, white teeth. He felt good when he could help his customers.

The same trip, in the black Mercedes Zay felt her neck ache and headache. She whimpered as she opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything.

"It's dark, where am I?" Zay could only feel her own breath getting more and more labored. She began to realize that he wanted to open something covering her head, but her efforts failed when her hands were bound by a solid and strong object.

"Assholes! It must be you cowards from earlier!" cursed Zay, forcing herself to untie the knots.

"Save your strength, you won't be able to get away with your hands cuffed," Ted said casually. He seemed to be enjoying his cigar, exhaling smoke from his nose and mouth.

"Okay, I follow your words. In return I ask that you release whatever is in my head. Yeah, you know if I can't escape."

Zay said in a calm tone, pretending to surrender without showing any resistance. However, her black cloth-covered face hardened, with an expression of anger and impatience to hit everyone who ganged up on her.

Ted sitting next to the driver thought for a moment, he looked in the rearview mirror and gave the code to the bodyguard sitting next to Zay. Ted ordered, "Take off his headgear!"

"Yes, Chief," Ted's men replied with a firm nod. He pulled Zay's hood quickly.

"Yeaaah, like this is not bad." Zay smiled faintly, she could breathe freely as the car's air conditioner began to cool her face. She glanced down, then looked around and still flashed a fake smile.

Ted observed Zay's behavior from the rearview mirror of the car. He grinned with a dismissive smile and considered Zay no threat.

"I heard you were the former head of this bodyguard, but I thought your fighting skills were mediocre. Ha ha," Ted insulted while laughing out loud. He closed his eyes as he boasted of his success.

Moving very quickly by Zay, she stole the opportunity to kick Ted in the temple with her free foot. Ted was so surprised, he was busy extinguishing the cigar that had set his suit pants on fire. Not stopping there, Zay pulled her foot back to strike the driver in the face with her heel.

The car swerved to the right and came to an abrupt stop, hitting the sidewalk. The sound of the horn was deafening, and other drivers were almost involved in the incident because they hit the brakes suddenly and fortunately stopped in time. Suddenly it shocked all the passengers in the car, the bodyguard beside Zay failed to strike back as his own body was thrown to the right.

"Argghh, you damned rotten man. Dare to hit me!" shouted Ted angrily. He clenched both hands into fists with his face bright red.

"Ha ha," laughed Zay in satisfaction. She was happy to get revenge for the misery he was going through. Zay's alert eyes could read Ted's movements, so once again she kicked Ted's hand that wanted to grab her shirt collar. Then she quickly kicked the bodyguard next to him in the stomach.

"Arggh! Asshole!" Ted groaned in pain clutching his hand. His back hit the dashboard of the car.

"Nobody move, it's easy for me to finish you off with just a foot!" threatened Zay with eyes blazing, intimidating the opponent. She was vigilant while thinking of attacks she might use.

"Uncuff my hands!" Zay shouted. She didn't hesitate to take their lives that second, seeing as Zay was getting hit a lot and was being unfairly ganged up on.

The moaning sounds of the bodyguards in the car sounded very painful. Ted looked sharply at Zay, he was so embarrassed that he was still trying to show his authority.

"D-don't listen to him!" Ted ordered under his breath. He looked around for an emergency weapon that he might be able to use. However, unfortunately he found nothing but a worthless tissue box.

"You guys are stubborn too. Okay, take the consequences on yourselves," Zay grumbled while looking away to the side, she faced forward quickly while avoiding the flying tissue box that was headed towards her face.

"Hold his feet!" shouted Ted to his men. He didn't want to waste any time and wanted to immobilize Zay.

The bodyguard beside Zay managed to hug her right leg. The driver, who had leaned over the steering wheel, pulled on her collar. Zay rebelled, swinging her legs and trying to kick as hard as she could in her limited movement.

"Hiaaah, you're all dead!" he threatened. She tightened her jaw, smashing her head into the nose of the driver who was only inches away from her.

While the bodyguard beside Zay was running out of steam, he was caught off guard and received two kicks to his stomach. Zay screamed, shifting to the center on purpose to find an empty space between the front seats, bending her left knee as a body support. She kicked straight into the gap into the bodyguard's face and ended up in Ted's neck and locked him up.

"Quickly open the cuffs! If you don't, I'll rip out the veins in this asshole chairman's neck!" Zay growled as she pressed Ted's neck against the windshield of the car.

"A-alraight," the frightened driver replied. He held his nose which was oozing fresh blood relentlessly, he was pressed and had no other choice to fulfill Zay's wish.

In the midst of the crisis, there was a knock on the car window that caught their attention.

"Please roll down the window, you have violated the traffic rules." The uniformed police officer ordered softly and firmly.

"H-how is this?" asked the driver with trembling hands taking the key from his pants pocket.