Chapter 37: Finding a Clue

"Hey, hi, he is here. Who am I?"

This infuriated him, was he really that disposable, he was rich and they think they could do that. His pride was only set on the money. After a lucky draw from the lottery, he bought a business with the money, still had some left.

The business boomed, but not from his knowledge but because it was doing good beforehand, and the guy just spent his own money to make it better that's it. Even though he knows nothing about business, the people in the company do not know. He said who he was.

The person still remained calm, "who is here as we have multiple enemies," her voice was a robot and she acted like one too. "The detective," he said it fast and carefully, hoping he was not noticing him. "Ok, we will bring reinforcement, just hold on," saying it with no care in the world. The call cut, saying finished on the other end.

Then an expensive rare vase flung through the room, and landed perfectly next to him, with not a single crack. Charlotte was scared, she could fight but the guy was buff, and if his sword was strong she would be dead. He, for some reason, spoke, "my name is Jack, and the guy on black is fighting my brother John."

Yes, good, keep talking while I think of a way out.

He stared at his fingers, pretty small, even though huge. He turned his head and smiled, "John gave me this job, I am grateful for everything," he smiled, pleased with his brother as he admired him, and had pride in him.

Her mini grey sword was getting sweat on the handle, she was nervous, she was petrified, she was smart enough to know, the guy was giving a sadistic aura, she could feel it." To be cruel is to be kind," the way he said it was worrying but she got ready for a fight.

Then he smiled, which would make a baby cry, his eyes wide open having red veins come from it. His smile showed all his teeth which were not fully white. His head tilted after staring at the fight, his hand drooped; it drooped weirdly like its…

Slash!

His sword cut the plant on the side, and almost hit her, if she did not notice it, then, no she could not think that.

Be happy you are alive.

His sword was darker than hers, but still the same colour. However his was bigger, and looked stronger. He was handling it with one hand like his first time, but it was weird. It looked like a technique but it looked like he was not use to it, maybe because of physique.

She could not think that, to beat him is the mission. Her thousand years of Chinese martial arts will not fail her. She thought this while avoiding the scruffy attacks. Since she trained the four thousand years of Chinese martial arts she was more flexible, then when struck with his open arm, he failed.

She caught it with her hands slided though and struck with her legs (clothing made it easier for her to fight with the legs). The scary man ricashaded backwards, making him lose balance, and relying on one leg, she kicked him to the wall, both fighters dodged the flying man. He stayed down, being quiet. But his sword did not disappear.

Top slash from John, the detective blocked it. Then came a right, he slid off and countered, this made him move back but jabbed him. The attack made a connection, but barely as the detective moved out of the way, but not fast enough.

Blood was drooping, but he believed in his platelets by blood clotting it. He went full offensive and flurried at him. This made him move the glowy sword close to his eyes and ducked, trying to make him miss, it did make him squint, but a few were successful.

It ruined his clothes, making them red covered holes. But not a lot was dipping from them. He changed and made large slashes, which he was not doing beforehand. A large surface area would be cut off, however it would make the other side vulnerable. This is what happened, so the detective ran up to but…

BOOM!!!

His reflexes saved him and so did his hawk eye, but more the glow. It had a dark blue glow, so it would stand out. So when a fast attack and you are trying to surprise them then it would be a bad time to have it on. Sadly, he could not turn it off.

The detective put up the sword making a perfect X which made him keep his ground and not get slung back. He wanted to slide off, but he couldn't do it. Another attack and say bye bye to his head.

He kept pushing but the man was stronger by much. John pushed him back, this made him get thrown into the kitchen. The poor cabinet ruined, but taking down the back of his oppressor. It hurt and he was coming to him, which annoyed him.

He had the sword pointing at him, like a javelin. The detective easily dodged, jumping over him, and for jokes slapped him on the head. The anger and humiliation he felt was drastic.

He turned with the look of murder, but this was the mistake that he should not have done. This just made the match easier for the detective, as feelings. Make it harder to concentrate and create tactics. Also they only focus mainly on strength, but his thoughts and deductions were wrong as he ran fast slashing him, and he kept on doing that screaming.

Aaaaaah!!!

That's all his ears could hear. He noticed Charlotte, on the phone, and moving towards the guy, who was watching the fight, enchanted by it. But got smacked Charlotte and by the sound, which was hard to hear, it was pretty loud. But the detective did not concentrate on John, and got slashed by him, his left shoulder down to the other side. This gave bliss to John. He beat the man who was famous and hurt his pride.

He smiled proudly, this was a moment where you have to remember, he was raging over the detective slapping him. It would lower his senses and once he achieved his goal, he would be thanking how good that felt, taking it in, and this would make him let his guard down. This is what the detective used. He tilted back.

When the slash happened, he propelled with his left foot forward, and slashed, nothing fatal, but enough to knock him out. John noticed, and realised he was baited. He felt ashamed of himself. He saw the two unconscious guards then looked at Jack.

He took a few steps forward, trying to keep up, giving another step turning into a lunge. He felt the look of the detective, it was cold, but ready, if he did stay up, he would be down for the count, he slowly lowered herself and Bump!

He lay there. When Charlotte moved to the guy she was happy by giving him a slap. But seeing the guy keep his ground, she was impressed, she could tell that he gained the pride of protecting this man, and losing would break it. She sighed while nodding.

The resolve of some people is amazing.

Then she saw the detective turn, and the devil would be peeing his pants, giving no expression from him. He walked closer, his sword getting closer to and-

BANG!!!

The sword penetrated the wall, and barely made it through to the other side. Where he slashed was right next to the temple of the pathetic guy, still in bathrobes. He just stared, terrified which was good as they needed him conscious and scared. He spoke with a deep voice, "you are gonna answer all my questions, all right."

Charlotte moved away, looking at the corpse. She was surprised as it was the same as it was left (except from him kicking it). Jack nor John moved it, even impressive from John.

He purposely did not do that.

She stared at the unconscious John on the floor, truly amazed by him, almost disappointed by him losing. She could even tell he was not the guy that killed her.

Why would he protect the co-.

She pushed the thought and redid it.

He protected the lifeless body of Jayden, he deserves my respect.

She then turned to the men, hoping not one had died. Then Jack stood up, walking to John. He called, "get up," there was a pause, "let's beat him."

He got up, both holding on to the already summoned swords. The detective turned, giving an imposing smile.