He was unwilling

Luca scrambled down the car dazedly. He was all too familiar with this place. This was one of the hideouts of his wife's top enemy gang.

There was also a secret underground parlor in this junkyard where they initiated deals, closed deals and entertained one another.

They even sold drugs there but the pressing question gnawing at his heart was...why they were here. He thought they were meeting the white clothed man...

What if, just what if the white clothed man was his wife's enemy...what if he was the head of that gang.

No, he had seen the boss of his wife's rival gang, he looked nothing like Leo. Leo looked too refined to dabble into this kinds of low class gang stuffs.

Thinking up to here, Luca calmed his beating heart and quickened his steps to catch up with Sparrow's.

Sparrow's pace was fast, striding forward whilst tucking his hands in his pants' pocket.

He reached a turn and followed the turn walking faster.

Luca was already breathless, he was literally jugging and his fat body was slowly lagging behind.

He didn't have the privilege of height like Sparrow, he was too tired to run because he had injuries on his body. He stretched his hand tiredly and out of breath.

"Hey! Wait up!" he shouted running after Sparrow.

Sparrow slowed down his steps a bit but he didn't stop walking. He walked on casually as if he was walking to a club party.

Luca smiled happily and quickened his steps... but as he was walking,

he suddenly stopped, widening his eyes as he looked down in shock.

Pain permeated through his body, his vision blurring instantly. He tried to call Sparrow who was walking ahead unhurriedly but his words got stuck in his throat.

His body was attacked with unbearable pain, especially his back. His eyes stung with tears as he came to a moment of epiphany.

He has been stabbed, at the back!

He was in so much pain and couldn't turn back to see who it was that had stabbed him, his legs turned jelly as he fell on his knees... looking at Sparrow's walking silhouette from his blurry vision.

Sparrow didn't even turn back and continued walking forward as if he wasn't there in the first place.

That was when he knew he had been tricked.

But why? He did as they had ordered was it that essential to take his life.

He spat out blood while the person who had stabbed him pushed the knife deeper into his body.

He fell down, he was already seeing death but he was unwilling. He had grievances, he had unfinished business.

Sadly, the angel of death had no respect for his wishes or his grievances. He continued staring at Sparrow's silhouette, even after breathing his last, his eyes still wide open.

Sparrow finally stopped at a corner after walking for a while. There a tall man who seemed to have been waiting there, his back was turned to him, looking as if he was enjoying the scenery.

The man seemed to have heard his footsteps and asked without turning.

"Is he dead" his voice was husky and low looking as if he was asking himself.

"He's dead, he's a piece of cake" Sparrow smiled disparagingly. He loved killing fools, the thought always gives a rush to his adrenaline.

He had talked to his boss subordinate on his way here and had informed him on his boss's order to take Luca's life.

They agreed to meet here because he had something he was to do.

The man turned around and shock flashed by Sparrow's eyes before returning to normal.

The person in front of him seemed to be injured on the head, of course he knew the perpetrator.

He couldn't help but snicker, his boss was really a handful.

"Get me this drug" the man said in a commanding tone ,passing him a piece of paper.

Sparrow collected the piece of paper, lazily glancing at its contents.

This seemed to be some kind of potent drug, he was a man of the dark side and was familiar with all kinds of drugs.

He knew what the drug written on the paper was used for.

"Is the boss pushing up his plans?"

"I suppose he is. Get this drug and await my instructions, I'm leaving." The man said walking off coolly.

Striding halfway he stopped and said "Dispose the dead man's body off properly, I'm too lazy to deal with the cops" he didn't wait for a response and continued walking.

"Yes" affirmed Sparrow.

Sparrow looked down on the paper in his hand and his eyes glowed with interest, what were they up to this time?

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Speak" the person coldly spat immediately it connected.

Sparrow heart jumped, breaking out in cold sweat he said respectfully...his both hands on the phone to indicate his fear and respect.

"I'm so sorry for disturbing, i just wanted to know what the drug i was assigned to get... I want to know when...what it is"

before he could finish, the call disconnected showing the other person had already hung up on him.

Sparrow sighed helplessly,

what was he thinking? Why did he call that demon... he stared at his phone like an abandoned puppy and wished he could cry.