Remember Me, Baby.
Bryan's Handles

Hansel's pair of eagle eyes narrowed when he saw the figure tied on the chair. A faint smile that appeared on his face somehow gave off a terrifying impression, like a male lion preparing to tear apart prey with its fangs and claws.

“K-you ...” Bryan who watched Hansel figure out from behind the wall suddenly trembled.

“Heh. Can still talk?” hansel asked the five men who were in the room. He thought at least Bryan Scoth's tongue had been removed from his base.

The five people questioned immediately knelt down and asked for mercy. Hansel shook his hands, gesturing them to stand up. As he expected, those people were extremely reliable. Bringing Bryan here in less than an hour, that's a pretty great thing considering the level of supervision in the hospital must be layered.

On the chair, Bryan now understood why the doctor who treated him suddenly changed and he got an injection that made his vision suddenly dark. Although feeling scared, but the young man tried his hardest to look strong and tough as Hansel got closer to him.

“A-what do you want? I-I can sue you, I-you know?” Bryan tried to bluff although his voice sounded more like a mouse squeaking.

Hansel chuckled softly at Bryan's attempts to scare him. Too bad, down here .. it is the only law in power.

“Signature here!” his orders while showing the paper containing a statement letter that had been typed by him.

Despite the minor concussion, Bryan was able to clearly read the contents of the letter displayed in front of his face.

Just reading half, he had already almost vomited blood. From the beginning, the letter was clearly a statement that he attacked Cecille, the daughter of the Marquess of Alrico, consciously and planned. The middle of the letter stated that he had left the hospital feeling guilty. At the end of the letter it was written that he would leave Paris and would never reappear.

“It's crazy! I won't sign it!” hirik Bryan .

His efforts to wriggle and scream made his head hit like a godam, his entrails churned and urged all the way to the esophagus, but he gritted his teeth and held everything back. Until death he will not put his signature on the affidavit!

That battered face and looking at him with a resistance-filled look seemed both ridiculous and irritating in Hansel's eyes. He wears black gloves proffered by his men, then punches Bryan's nose wrapped in a bandage with all his might. Instantly a desperate roar and maki scorn echoed within the room.

Bryan Scoth's body jerked backwards. The pain made her cry like a baby. His broken nose had just finished surgery, but now the bandage covering his wound had been blown out of nowhere. He could see the tip of his nose was bent to the left side, almost drooping up the cheek. Fresh blood flowed past his swollen lips like being stung by a wasp.

“Sign here,” Hansel commands with intonation that sounds very relaxing but also deadly. He thrust the paper and ballpoint pen toward Bryan's right hand.

“Job! You better kill me! Even to death I wouldn't-" The young man panicked when he saw one of the men surrounding him come forward and untied his hand. "... hey, what are you-Arrrgh!”

Bryan's shout was heard again as one of the black-clothed men in the room blocked his arm tied to a chair and pulled him violently back, then turned him up.

Cracks!

The sound of broken bones mixed with a heartbreaking long howl. Bryan's gaze darkened when he realized that his left palm was drooping like a broken branch. A deep red liquid dripped and pooled on the floor, forming a circle that grew wider and wider. The unbearable pain made the young man finally fall unconscious.

Crossing his legs, the man gave the order, “Don't let him die from blood loss. It was too easy for him.”

Two men immediately took a box, then took out “equipment” and “medications” from inside that box. One of them sprayed a silvery-colored liquid onto Bryan's wound. Soon, the blood dripping on his arms and nose began to thicken. The other man took a syringe and a small glass bottle filled with red liquid, then injected the liquid into Bryan's left arm.

Before long, Bryan gasped awake with a breath of breath, as if a giant anchor had just dragged him to the bottom of the ocean. A second later the stinging pain made him turn to his left side, then almost lose consciousness when he saw his blackened arm. As his eyes focused toward the end of his nose, the piece already looked like rotten charred meat. He was sick and almost vomiting.

“A-what did you do to me?” hisses with blood-red eyes. The pain is unbearable.

Hansel got up and stood in front of Bryan's chair.

“Signature! I won't repeat it again!” his orders with great emphasis. The smoke billowing from his mouth coagulated and hit Bryan's face so much that the young man coughed.

“No going!”

“Huh.”

Hansel tilted his head. One hand perched on the waist. Although he did not say anything, one of his men immediately approached and stretched Bryan's right hand. His other comrades advanced and slashed the samurai in his hands quickly. Bryan did not even get a chance to see the movement, only a silvery glint flashed under the light of the lamp that made his instincts give the order to pull the hand.

However, the check that clamped his hand was too tight. Ties to his waist and legs made him unable to move. A second later, his hand felt light. The next second, a stinging sting and shock made him pee in his pants.

His hand was cut off by the elbow. The blood spurting out looked like a fishy and rancid fountain. The young man lost consciousness for the second time. However, Hansel's men swiftly performed the same procedure when he first fainted. A moment later, he woke up again in a very sad condition.

“K-you devil,” hiss Bryan with intermittent breath.

The young man's body trembled as he saw Hansel holding a piece of his hand, pressing his thumb against the ink box, then pasting it on a strand of statement letter. A thumbprint that clearly prints his fingerprints.

He had no idea that Hansel would be so crazy. But it is too late to regret everything.

"When do cargo ships go to Southeast Asia?" hansel asked as he threw the piece of Bryan's hand in any direction.

"Six o'clock in the afternoon, sir."

"Eng. Make sure he becomes a beggar who crawls with his stomach to survive."

Hansel switched off his cigarette and removed his gloves, throwing them into a trash can in the corner of the room. He then walked towards his private elevator humming, ignoring the desperate cry of Bryan Scoth behind him.