Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Protagonist [6]
The sun was slowly setting, and the moon was slowly rising.
The two of them were still sitting there, watching this moment of transformation together.
"...Can you really help me?"
Anderson asked, breaking the silence.
Although his face didn’t reveal much expression, Hans could tell that the man’s heart was in turmoil.
Anderson was feeling doubtful, wondering if he should trust the protagonist or not.
It was a natural reaction.
If Hans hadn’t received information about his family before meeting Kael that day, he might have really thought that Kael was just a scammer.
"I can help you."
The protagonist replied.
"But..."
Not letting Hans continue, Anderson interrupted:
"You want a reward, right? After all, nothing in this world is free. So, tell me, how much money do you want?"
Obviously, Hans was stunned by the man’s straightforwardness.
However, he wasn’t angry.
The protagonist just smiled and shook his head.
"It’s true that I want a reward, but it’s not money."
"Huh?"
The man’s eyes widened, unable to hide his confusion as he looked at the person in front.
"Then what do you need?"
"It’s very simple, go apologize to your mother."
"..."
Once again, Anderson felt how stupid and small he was in this vast world.
***
In a small, cramped boarding house, was a woman in her 60s.
"Anderson... Anderson... Anderson... Anderson..."
The woman was continuously muttering her son’s name, praying that he would be okay.
Although Anderson was already grown up, in the woman’s eyes, he was still just a child.
"...Where are you, Anderson?"
No one answered.
"...Where are you, Anderson?"
However, the woman did not give up.
"...Where are you, Anderson?"
This time, the woman’s voice had changed, sounding more like she was begging for something.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Who is it?"
"...Mom, it’s me, your son."
Hearing that familiar voice, the woman’s gloomy eyes suddenly flashed with a faint light.
"Come in, son, what are you standing there for?"
A smile appeared on her lips, as if she had just seen gold.
Click.
The door opened, and from outside, a large figure walked in.
The woman didn’t even have to look twice to realize that this was her beloved son.
"Mother, I have something to say..."
Anderson spoke, all the expressions on his face were hidden by the darkness.
"Oh, and what is that?"
That gentle smile was still on the woman’s lips.
"I..."
Seeing it, the man couldn’t help but choke up.
"I’m sorry, mother... I almost did something stupid..."
"..."
The woman didn’t say anything, just silently hugged the man’s trembling body tightly.
"...I’m sorry."
At this moment, Anderson couldn’t control himself anymore.
Hot tears kept flowing from the corners of the man’s eyes.
"Don’t worry too much, son. You still have me, your mother, and I will always be your strongest support."
"..."
At this moment, Anderson finally understood the meaning of Hans’ previous words.
If at that moment, he jumped down and killed himself, how would his mother feel?
What would happen to her?
Would she be able to live on?
The answer was no.
A mother losing her child was like losing her entire world.
Anderson hugged his frail mother.
It was a tight hug, filled with love for mom.
"..."
They just hugged each other like that, not a word was spoken.
— Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.
The woman smiled kindly.
"If you have anything difficult to say, just tell me. I will try my best to help you."
Anderson was such a piece of trash.
When he encountered a problem, the only thing he could think of was to commit suicide, without caring about anyone else.
But, his mother was different.
Anderson was truly a selfish human being.
But, from now on, he would try to change.
"It’s okay, Mom."
With a reassuring smile, the man shook his head.
"I already have a way to solve this problem."
***
The security of the Dicathen Kingdom wasn’t exactly excellent, but it was still good to a certain extent.
So, it was not normal for a gang of gangsters to be operating here, especially in the capital of the kingdom.
That was just impossible.
Unless they were very powerful.
"Tsk."
Hans clicked his tongue.
The protagonist had just realized that this wouldn’t be easy at all.
"Hey Anderson, are you sure you want to get rid of that gang? Once you’ve made up your mind, there’s no turning back."
Hans just needed a guarantee.
And the man gave it to him.
"I’m sure."
His eyes were determined, as if nothing could change his mind.
"You could be seriously injured, or even die."
Of course, Anderson wouldn’t die while Hans was still here.
But it was almost certain that he would be injured.
"Are you sure you want to go?"
Anderson clenched his fists.
"..."
It was strange.
Originally, if someone had said these words to him, he would have refused immediately out of fear.
But now, his heart was strangely calm.
Like a lake, without a single ripple.
"I’m sure. I won’t regret this choice of mine."
"..."
The protagonist’s ruby eyes paused on the man’s brave face for a long time.
Then, he smiled slightly.
"Good luck."
[Shadow Movement.]
With that smile, the protagonist instantly disappeared.
Or rather, he merged with Anderson’s shadow.
"..."
The man did not show any surprise at Hans’ mysterious power, because they had discussed it beforehand.
Putting on a dark cloak, trying to hide his appearance as much as possible, Anderson quickly entered an abandoned alley.
A place where only stray cats dared to enter.
***
"You’re here?"
After walking for a long time, Anderson finally met that person.
"Yes, I’m here."
His creditor.
Lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, the creditor glanced at Anderson indifferently, but his eyes contained an indescribable pressure.
He was someone who could not be underestimated.
"Did you bring money?"
"...I don’t have it, sir."
"..."
The creditor was stunned for a long moment.
"Hah."
Then, he sneered.
"Then tell me, which part of your body do you want to lose?"
Throwing the half-burnt cigarette to the ground, he pulled out a dagger from his waist.
Nevertheless, Anderson was not afraid.
He had another mission that had to be done.
"...I want to borrow more, sir."
"Oh?"
Although he didn’t quite understand Anderson’s intentions, the creditor still stopped.
A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Then how much do you want to borrow?"
"500,000 dollars, sir."
Anderson’s eyes and expression did not show any signs of deception.
It was only natural.
They had practiced for this moment hundreds of times.