Chapter 57

At that moment their conversation was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway. A young boy, no older than twelve, appeared at the door. His clothes were dusty, and his face was streaked with tears. He hesitated at the entrance, clutching the hem of his shirt nervously.

Elvis was the first to speak.

"Hey, kid. You lost?"

The boy shook his head, his voice trembling as he finally spoke. "I… I need help."

At that moment Kai leaned forward, his tone softening.

"What's going on?"

The boy glanced around nervously before stepping inside.

"Some men came to my father's farm. They… they said he has to pay taxes on our produce. And for… for protection."

Hearing what the boy just said.

Kai's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "Protection?" he repeated, his voice calm but edged with steel.

Immediately the boy nodded, his small hands balling into fists.