Chapter 99: Yohan’s Uncle
The first thug approached Yohan pointing his knife at him,
"You can’t act like the big strong man anymore with death staring you right in the face now, can ya?" He chuckled.
Yohan could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t joking, this guy actually planned on killing him.
But then he wasn’t worried because it was only a knife, there’s no way something like that could even come close to hurting him, especially when he was way faster that the thug.
He could knock him out before he even tried moving his hand.
"Freeze!" Helen’s feminine voice called out, "This is the police, no body move,"
She stood beside Yohan with her gun raised.
The goons panicked immediately when they heard her voice.
"Why did you bring a cop?" The first one with the knife spat angrily.
"Now that I think about it, this whole thing is starting to look suspicious. How did the little fuck know where we are?" The other thug behind said, before he pulled out a knife and pressed it against Yohan’s Uncles neck,
"Did you and your nephew plan this just to get us in trouble?" He asked, threatening him with the knife to his throat.
His uncle whimpered as the cold blade pressed tighter against his throat, "I-I promise that is not the case,"
Helen didn’t flinch. "Drop the knife," she ordered firmly, eyes locked on the man’s hands. "You so much as scratch him, and I’ll put you down before you take your next breath."
The man with the knife sneered, pulling Yohan’s uncle closer as a shield. "You think I’m scared of a girl with a badge?"
Helen’s gaze hardened, her finger steady on the trigger. "You should be."
"shoot him," Yohan urged.
"What?" Helen was surprised at how calm and certain Yohan was.
"I can’t, he has a hostage,"
"Dont worry about him, he’s one of them," Yohan said.
Helen wanted to believe him but that wouldn’t change the fact that a man’s life was being threatened at the moment.
"I can’t just shoot carelessly," she said.
The guy could see that she was hesitating, and decided to capitalize on that opportunity,
"Hey missy, if you don’t put down that gun in three seconds, I’ll slit this guy’s throat."
"1, 2..."
He was forcing her to react quickly, and she decided to follow his orders instead of attempting a shot.
"Okay," she said, slowly lowering her gun and placing it gently on the floor.
"Now kick it over," the guy instructed.
"Helen, you don’t have to do that," Yohan said.
"You shut the fuck up!" the first guy snapped, raising his knife at Yohan.
Seeing Yohan being threatened, she kicked the gun.
The first guy stepped closer to Yohan, pressing the knife against his chest. "You thought that woman was going to save you?" he sneered.
"Who said I needed saving?" Yohan grabbed his hand on the blade’s handle.
He pressed it hard, crushing it against the solid handle.
"Ah! Let me go, you fucker!" The guy raised his other hand to throw a punch, but Yohan yanked him in with the hand he was holding and hit him first.
The man flew backward, crashing into his buddy — the one with the knife at Yohan’s uncle’s neck.
Before the second guy could regain his balance, Yohan’s fist was already flying straight at his face.
The impact sent him crashing to the floor.
The first guy lunged for his knife, but before he could pick it up Yohan foot was already on it.
"I told you you were going to get beat up again."
He kicked the man’s face, knocking him out cold.
Helen was surprised, she knew he could fight but she didn’t think he was this amazing, to be unfazed even in front of a knife. He was far more impressive than she had suspected.
And just like that he had taken care of the two goons.
He sighed. The only one left now was his uncle.
When he turned his head, he saw the man had picked up the gun and was pointing it straight at him.
"Uncle—"
"Shut the hell up!" the man roared, his hand trembling, his whole body shivering.
"You think I’m letting you send me to jail?! So that you can steal my house from me? No way in hell I’m letting that happen,"
"I haven’t even done anything, everything that happened here today was because of you," Yohan said calmly, "and you are just making it worse by doing this,"
"Yes sir, he’s right," Helen chimed in.
"I said you both should shut the hell up! He looked around, his accomplices lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious, offering no support.
His eyes darted to the shop, "You both go in," he commanded.
Helen was the first to move before Yohan sighed and followed.
Once they entered, they were first met by a very strong smell of gasoline.
Helen panicked immediately, "W-what do you plan on doing to us?" She asked
"What has to be done," His Uncle replied grimly after a brief silence.
Yohan turned to face him, "Uncle why exactly are you doing all this?"
"Because it’s either you or me at this point, and I already told you, I have responsibilities. Your aunt, Cassie... I can’t just leave them behind and rot in jail."
"That’s not true. If this was really about them, you would have agreed to put the house in my name. Instead, you went through all this." Yohan’s voice hardened. "Forgive me, but that’s just stupidity."
"Even if it was about your pride, or something else, you should have known when to admit defeat. You’re not a man who cares about his family. You’re a greedy, impulsive man who makes stupid decisions."
He took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. "My father may not have chased wealth the way you did, but he was a far better man."
His uncle’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding. "Well, in this world, people like you and your father get eaten alive by people like me. And that’s why I’m the one holding the gun right now... keep walking,"
He herded them into Yohan’s private office, where the stench of gasoline was strongest.
With a flick, he sparked a lighter and tossed it inside, slamming the door shut before bolting out of the shop.