The Bodyguard's
The Promise of The Heir

The magnificent four-story building does have many corridors and rooms. The first person to enter there, will definitely feel confused or maybe even lost. Fortunately, because Carlo had a shadow of the space plan in the spacious mansion. What Igor and Ivan described was exactly what Carlo found today, although there were some things he could not remember well.

“Viktor! We're under attack!” A loud cry from Czar echoed in the corridor with the dim lighting that passed through it.

Simultaneously, a dagger floated up and stuck right at the man's feet. Czar who was also in a half-drunk state, immediately fell down. He tried to get up, but Carlo had been nearby. The handsome man who inherited the Red Wolf throne lowered his body, then pulled out the dagger just now by force.

Czar's screams echoed in the corridor earlier. “Do you remember me?” carlo asked without removing the slayer that covered part of his face. However, even so Czar certainly did not forget the young man, who had once injured his palm using the same dagger.

While crawling back slowly, the man who was a friend of Igor's age looked very frightened. He then tried to get up, but again his movement was not much faster than Carlo. A hard kick first lodged in Czar's face. The man also bounced. In this situation, Czar shouted again. “Viktor! Save yourself!"

Immediately, Carlo grabbed Czar's hair. No matter how much older the man was, Carlo dragged his half-naked body through the hall. “Don't just scream! Better take me to that rusty traitor, so I can finish you off simultaneously!” cold sergeant. Unbalanced forces and indeed in a state of unprepared, Czar really can not dwell. Especially since his leg was injured.

Carlo continued to drag him down mercilessly. “Where is your master's room?” ask Carlo. He doesn't care even though Czar keeps thrashing.

“Don't expect you to find him,” replied Czar refusing to notify Viktor's room. But Carlo doesn't care. He kept dragging the bodies of the Czar old regardless of the place they were passing by. Not infrequently, the old man's body hit the table and other ornaments through it. Carlo didn't budge at all, as Czar complained of pain. “Fucking Volkov boy! You're the same as Nikolai! May you both burn in hell with your twin brothers!” sumpat Czar's.

Hearing the rude words from the old man, Carlo immediately stopped his steps. He turned his head, then threw down his grip from Czar's hair violently, so that the man's head hit the floor so hard. Czar also returned to squeal in pain.

However, the torture Carlo did not get there. He walked to the front of Viktor's aide, then kicked his hose tightly. A loud screech was inevitable, so echoed in the deserted hallway earlier. Czar half got up, while holding the lower part of his body that was not covered by anything.

“That's for the girls you've made into a commercial item!” grin Carlo with satisfaction. Not satisfied, again he did the same thing until Czar drooped unconscious. “Useful!” Carlo left the old man's body there. He continued the search alone.

“Young master!” Igor's exclaims that followed Carlo.

“I don't know where Viktor's room is,” Carlo said as he continued to check one by one the rooms on the second floor. He was so free to move, as most of the men and guards had been successfully incapacitated.

“Viktor definitely occupies the room that was used by both your parents, Sir,” Igor said. His right hand was pointing at one passageway on the right.

“How are things under?” ask Carlo.

“It's clean, Sir. The troops led by Pavel Sashenka were indeed highly trained. We've combed every corner,” explained Igor as he continued to direct Carlo towards the room in question. A short while later, the two of them finally arrived at the doorstep with gold-plated carvings.

“Everything is still the same,” murmured Igor.

“A very long planning process, is it really that easy?” carlo thought suspiciously with a slow half-murmuring. He then reached into the gun from behind his waist and began to brace it. The same thing Igor did. He shifted to the side near the wall in a ready-to-fire position, as Carlo smashed the sturdy door in front of him with a single kick.

Not long after, several people from the squad led by Pavel, came to help. The shootout took place in a fairly large room. However, again the figure of Viktor is not visible there.

“Where is that old bastard?” carlo's grunts could not wait to finish off the man who had ravaged his father's glory, so he and his mother had to be affected for decades.

“He must be hiding inside the underground passageway,” Igor thought. “Are you okay, Mister?” his question began to worry, as he looked near Carlo's shoulder which continued to bleed freshly.

“Don't mind this,” says Carlo doesn't care.

“Then, follow me, Sir. From inside this room as I recall there is direct access to the underground passageway,” invite Igor. He and Carlo crept into a large bed decorated with white mosquito nets.

With a quick movement, Igor brushed a mosquito net. However, he did not find anyone behind it, other than a large bed with white sheets that had been tangled like they had just been occupied.

“She's gone,” grumbled Carlo while clenching his hands.

“All exit access and tunnels used to escape have been closed, Young master. I'm sure Viktor won't get away,” Igor said calmly.

“He may not escape, but I want to send him to hell using my own two hands!” Highlight Carlo's usually shady and calm eyes, now turned fierce. As powerful as he pushed the big bed was using both hands, until it shifted a few meters. The bed even hit an antique drawer and some expensive urns that decorated the room.

Just below the bed was Carlo saw a fairly large hole covered by a round door made of iron.

“Is it locked?” carlo asked in a cold and flat tone.

“It seems locked from inside there, Sir,” Igor replied.

“Hm, my feeling says that he's not too far.” Carlo pulled out a gun tucked behind his waist, then fired it many times towards the iron cover.

Over time, the middle of the iron door slid in, then hollow. Smiling cynically, Carlo came forward and kicked the nearly broken door open with all his might.

“Please wait here,” the blue-eyed handsome man told Igor. “You're in charge of alerting all networks in case I succeed in taking out Viktor. But if I die, you don't have to tell me anything. Let's just say I disappeared, but Viktor has to stay dead!” carlo's message was fiery.

“I won't let anything happen to you, Sir! No will!” Igor is so emotional. He hurried to follow the master to descend into the tunnel.

However, Carlo immediately prevented it. “Don't worry, Igor. Stay where you are. I will try my hardest not to die, because there is still something unresolved between me and Miabella. I have not fulfilled my promise to take her away, as well as give her unlimited happiness.” The man's blue eyes narrowed. Without saying much more, Carlo's figure then disappeared into the dark underground tunnel.