Thief Vision: Meet the Next

Chapter 15: Out of Mind

Watching his enemy be beaten up violently, Charles seemed to have won the jackpot happily. Mark curled up and hugged his head and wailed, and soon there was no sound anymore.

"Charles, we got to help Mark, otherwise he will die here," Robert took Charles by the arm with a worried expression.

Charles looked at Robert, then at the four people around Mark. He shrugged, "I see, but there’re four of them…let's wait."

Charles didn't join the bad guys becoming the fifth person was already the greatest kindness to Mark.

Seeing that Charles had no intention to move forward, Robert became particularly brave for some reason. He stepped forward and yelled, "Stop!"

The scene fell silent immediately, and all eyes were on Robert's skinny body. Robert had to take another two steps forward, and continued, "You’ve heard what I said! You guys stop!"

The four people froze for a moment, then stood up straight slowly.

Robert's sudden emergence shocked everyone, including Charles. The four men were tall and strong, with muscles all over, and more than that, the tattoos on their arms and neck seemed to mock Robert's stupidity. Charles raised his head to look at Robert's thin body. He bet that Robert couldn't resist two punches.

Charles hurriedly pulled Robert's arm to remind him to step back into the crowd, but Robert shook his hand off unexpectedly.

"Do you know him?" a guy with a big bald head asked with slanted eyes.

"I, I'm his friend," Robert said.

"Friend? He said he’s a friend of this person?" The bald head laughed, and the other three also laughed as if they had never heard such a funny joke in their entire life.

"Okay. Your friend stole my things. Since you are his friend, what do you say?" The bald head guy walked towards Robert.

Charles felt something bad was about to happen, so he stepped back quietly, grabbing a beer bottle, and hiding behind him.

The bald head guy stood in front of Robert, and then put his hand on Robert's shoulder, "Your friend just stole $1000 from us. You can bring him away If you give me $10,000, otherwise, I‘m afraid you have to stay here with your friend.”

The street gangsters like him always exercised their muscles by street fight. Charles had no idea why Mark was so stupid to mess with these people in the first place.

Robert took out the wallet in his pocket and showed the money directly to the bald head, "See? Those are all I got. You can keep it if you like.”

The bald head took the wallet and craned his neck until his fat face was almost stick to the tip of Robert's nose, "$1000? What do you think of us? Beggar? If I were right, you should be thieves, $10,000 shouldn’t be a big deal for you. Boy, you better cooperate when I am willing to talk to you, otherwise don’t blame me for not warning you.”

The bald guy was not loud, but Charles still heard every word, and he wasn't surprised by this undisguised blackmail, though. . . $1000! That’s all they got now!

Charles complained that Robert was nosy, but his hand tightened the beer bottle. He knew very well that the trick to deal with these hooligans was to be more ruthless than them.

So, it's better to teach them a lesson with a wine bottle than to beg for mercy with some nice words.

Even though Charles was not on the best list as a thief, he was very knowledgeable about wrestle. Charles has not been a good boy in the eyes of his parents or teachers since he was a child. He either fought with his classmates or was on the way to beat others.

This was not to show how high Charles' wrestle skills were, but how hard he was. He could finish the battle with one shot, then he would never use the second shot, which was the most important spirit for him.

Sometimes Charles felt that he could be a better bodyguard than a thief.

Robert got nothing rather than $1000. In a hurry, Robert did the last thing he should do in such a situation. Robert took out his cell phone and threatened that he would call 911 right now.

The bald guy snatched Robert's cell phone over and slammed it to the ground. The poor cell phone fell apart immediately.

"You son of a bitch..." Before the bald guy finished speaking, he felt a dark shadow flashing out from behind the little man in front of him, following that was a sharp pain in his head.

Charles was extremely fast, completing this series of actions before everyone realized what had happened.

The slag from the explosion of the beer bottle splashed out, causing the onlookers to exclaim. But Charles was shocked to see the bald guy not make a sound or move even one step.

Charles hurriedly raised his hand and pressed the half-sharp wine bottle against his neck again.

His three accomplices rushed up immediately but saw that the bald guy was held against the neck with a bottle, naturally, none of them did dare to act rashly. It seemed that Charles has chosen the right person. This bald guy was the leader of the group.

"Boy! Do you wanna die or what? Do you know who we are?"

"I warn you! Put down the wine bottle right now! Otherwise, none of you could leave here alive!"

Charles didn't change his mind because of their clamor and intimidation. He kicked Robert, who was already shocked, "What are you doing standing like a pillar? Go and bring Mark here!" Then he said to the people around him, "Don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee if my hand will shake or not."

Robert, who was pushed forward by Charles, also realized what had happened, and he hurried over to help Mark who fell on the ground.

Sure enough, weapons were the truth when fighting. Had it not been for his physical strength, he would have been lying on the ground. "Young man, I don't believe you dare to poke me."

"Then you can have a try," as he said, Charles sent half of the bottle forward, and the sharp glass immediately pierced a blood mark on his bald sturdy neck.

"Okay, okay, stop, I believe you," Seeing Charles was serious about this, the bold guy was immediately convinced.

Charles knew that whoever first acted soft would be the loser. This was also his experience in fighting hundreds of times.

Mark glanced at Charles as he passed Charles by Robert's support. Charles knew that his inner thoughts must be very complicated at the moment.

"Take him away first," Charles said to Robert.

Robert was completely convinced by Charles' decisiveness. He was completely unable to think for himself but acted according to Charles' instructions. Although he didn't want Charles to stay alone to deal with it, he was very convinced in his heart that Charles would be able to cope it by himself.

Seeing Robert and Mark disappearing to the corner of the street, Charles took Robert's wallet from the bald guy, "It was you who hit my friend first, so I hit you for a tie."

"Bro, you will regret your actions today."

"I'm waiting for you on Willis Street, if you want to see me," Charles said with a smile.

Willis Street was the famous red-light district in Kelburn, and it was also the most crowded place with prostitutes, thieves, and gangsters. Charles asked them to come to Willis Street to find him, which naturally scared them. To make another person surrender to you completely, the momentum was very important, but the background was more important.

The bald guy nodded and squeezed a few words from his teeth, "Okay, you have guts!"

Charles threw the bottle in his hand to the ground and said in the tone of speaking to the kids in the family, "Then I'm leaving." After speaking, he turned and left without waiting for the answer.

Charles walked straight as if the people on both sides were his army, but he felt like a little rabbit in his heart.

God bless him. No one follows him! No one follows him! Charles has been praying inwardly.

Looking at Charles's calm back, the three people surrounded their leader, "What should we do now? Let him go like this?"

The bald guy only felt that his legs were soft like noodles, "Forget it. It's not too late to make plans until we figure out his background."

Charles didn't let out a long sigh of relief until he turned to another street, then he couldn't help speeding up.