The Love of the Racer
Action Jeaven

The echoes of footsteps follow the motion where the gallant body goes. Site by step was brought down the hallway of the building. Until his footing stopped in a room. He who is none other than Jeaven Allison, immediately took a sitting position with a self-care that is difficult to interpret.

Two guards were already there. Seen in the middle of the room a man was bound on a chair helplessly. After the press conference, Jeaven did not go to the hospital to visit the injured Verlin, but instead came to a room where he was still in the same building.

"Not open your mouth yet?" ask Jeaven to the guard. The tone of speech seemed relaxed.

However, behind the mask and hat worn, his eyes look sharp shiny. In fact, the guts of the perpetrator throwing hard water that was still tied to the chair instantly shriveled.

"Sorry, Sir. We tried to get him to open his mouth, but he couldn't seem to speak" one of the bodyguards reported.

Jeaven not yet said, but the look of intimidating him never escaped the suspect. A second later, an understatement sounded from his lips. He knew that the person in front of him was harboring fear behind his stubbornness.

Got a thing out of his pants pocket. For a moment he seemed to tinker with his phone then thrust the flat object screen right in front of the eyes of the perpetrator. "Is this the man who told you to?" Jeaven showed a photo of a person who has been at the center of his suspicions for several days.

The perpetrator was seen trying to answer, but none of the occupants of the room understood what was being said. It seems that what the bodyguard reported was true that the person could not speak.

Is it that Jeaven would give up because of circumstances or perhaps give up because of compassion for the physical limitations of the perpetrator? Let's just take a look.

Still in a sitting position, Jeaven leaned in with both elbows resting on both thighs. So the distance between him and the perpetrator was slightly cut.

"Are you mute because you were born?" Jeaven again asked with an indecipherable look.

Once again the perpetrator immediately responded, but this time a nod was made into an answer.

"Has he paid you?" Jeaven picked up her phone again, showing the photo.

The perpetrator immediately shook his head in response to 'no'. But that does not mean that Jeaven immediately swallowed the newly received confession.

"How much money have you received that you dared to try to attack us? Ah, naw. More precisely Jesslyn is your target. Say it!" Jeaven's speech intonation sounded low, but it seemed heavy for emphasis.

Again the perpetrator only responded with vague babbling ala-ala people with speech, trying to deny even though fear was struck. However, apparently it actually pulled a small cut on Jeaven's lips instantly. The man was convinced by his speculation.

"Bring that thing over here" Jeaven told a guard.

Not long after, a black-clothed bodyguard placed a canned bottle of hard water on the table next to Jeaven.

"Open this guy's shoes." The bodyguard moved as Jeaven ordered.

"Armrggg!" The bully immediately roared in pain as Jeaven began to spill a drop of hard water at his feet.

"Quick say! Is this the guy who told you to?!" Jeaven.

While some of the guards looked at each other questioningly. Because Jeaven continues to urge the perpetrator who is clearly mute to speak. Isn't it free? As they thought.

"Cumbrl!" A groan of agony re-emerged throughout the ceiling of the room as another drop of hard water landed on his feet. But he was still determined to keep his mouth shut.

The two eyes of the perpetrator instantly faded along with a groan of overwhelming anxiety when he saw his little daughter standing in front of the school building being monitored from a distance by Jeaven's men.

"A few drops of hard water is enough to make your feet burn. What happens if this hard water waters your daughter's body?" A warning as well as a threat is clearly framed in the words of Jeaven.

"Or what would happen if your wife's oxygen tube was still lying weak in the hospital on the loose without anyone's knowledge?" Apparently Jeaven was moving fast. It was not difficult for the man to pry the information of the perpetrator.

"No! Please don't hurt my family!" The perpetrator finally chose to end the play. Given the safety of his family threatened he was no longer helpless. The cold sweat on his body seemed to be cheering his fear.

Behind his mask and hat, Jeaven smirked in satisfaction even though no one knew. From the beginning he was convinced that the perpetrator was only pretending to be mute.

"You think I'm stupid? Mute people because they are born deaf. But you can always respond directly to my every question." Jeaven gestured for the bodyguard to be ready to record the video after it was over with his sentence.

"Quick make a statement in front of the camera. You've wasted a lot of my time."

The nervousness keeps attacking. His whole body was shaking tensely. He imagined how fate would be for him and his family after he came out bluntly.

Not until he enjoyed the results of his crimes, but now must reap risks that he never thought. They are in prison and far from family. How else to try? He had no choice and could do nothing.

"The person in the photo, Artist Angelina Lowyer, told me. I'm lured with a big wage as long as I'm willing to hurt Jesslyn."

"Next."

In between his shrinking heart, the perpetrator put on a face full of doubt. Apparently a little recognition was not enough to make the cold-faced man in front of him get satisfaction.

"Don't play games with me!" Jerky Jeaven, demand more recognition.

"Argh! Forgive Mister!" The perpetrator again groaned in pain as Jeaven stepped on the burn on his leg. "Angelina Rowyer is also the brains of the slanted issue about you," he recalls gasping for breath and holding the pain.

Feeling enough with the information received, Jeaven immediately moved from her seat. He stared at the throws of hard water that looked helpless.

"You'll die in my hands if you dare to harass Jesslyn again."

"Sir, please forgive me. I won't repeat it again. Please release me. My family needs me right now." The man begged and begged for pity. He knows very well, after this where he will be taken.

"A criminal must be punished." Jeaven switched attention to a bodyguard. "Urus the rest" he said after waltzing away with his broad steps.

A bodyguard sent earlier took over. He stood in front of the perpetrator who was still crying because he regretted his actions. "As long as you serve your sentence in prison, Mr. Jeaven will pay for your wife's treatment and surgery. And you don't have to worry about your daughter. Mr. Jeaven's social foundation will care for and finance his education" he explained.

The perpetrator looked in disbelief. Mixed in relief and should he cry hysterically in the midst of his regret.

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