Chapter 5 Let pay her a visit
“H… how?”
Jaden took few steps backward, holding his injured wrist tightly as his eyes kept moving around the warehouse floor where his men's bodies were laying everywhere in pools of blood, making his mind almost go blank from shock.
He looked shock and find it difficult for him to process the horrifying scene before him.
"That… that's impossible..." he muttered quietly, his breathing becoming more unstable. "How can one man take down twenty armed men with nothing but two daggers? It doesn't even makes sense."
Justin slowly began walking toward him.
There was blood in part of his face. His expression stayed calm… way too calm. Like what just happened here wasn't something worth reacting to. The dagger in his hand still had blood on it, fresh blood.
“It has been ten years,” Justin said in a low voice. Jaden’s heartbeat turned unstable almost immediately.
“…and you still don’t know how to repent.”
Jaden swallowed hard.
An uncomfortable chill ran through suddenly.
“W… what are you even talking about?” he said, trying to act tough.
Justin slowly raised the dagger between them.
“This dagger was given to me by my mother.” he said in a calm voice while looking at the blade for a moment,
Jaden frowned, confused about where all this was leading.
Justin’s eyes grew colder.
“She gave me this dagger and told me to look after my little sister if anything went wrong.”
He moved closer.
“You were there that night,” Justin said coldly. “You were standing on that road.”
Jaden’s breathing grew uneven.
“You were the first man to pull the trigger.”
“No…”
Jaden shook his head as panic flashed across his face. “No!"
Justin's voice cut in.
“Look carefully into my eyes and try your hardest to remember.”
His gaze locked onto Jaden.
Justin slowly pointed the bloodstained dagger toward him.
“Force yourself to remember,” he said coldly. “Remember it properly… because your life depends on it.”
Jaden froze.
Then suddenly, something seemed to crack open inside his mind.
Fragments of buried memories began rushing back violently.
A blocked road.
A desperate woman standing before a vehicle.
Two terrified children trapped inside the backseat.
Gunfire.
Screaming.
A weapon in his hand.
His finger tightening around the trigger without the slightest hesitation.
Then—
Those eyes.
The eyes of a frightened teenage boy staring at him through blood, terror, and burning hatred.
Jaden's whole body suddenly went stiff.
He raised his head and looked at Justin again.
This time, he really looked at him.
Then it hit him.
His lips started trembling badly.
“Y… you…”
“Y… you…” Jaden whispered.
His breathing turned rough.
“You’re… that boy?”
His legs suddenly gave out.
He fell hard onto the ground.
“I swear… I really didn’t know it was you!”
“I was only following orders! They told me what to do and I did it! Please… please let me go just this once!”
He hurriedly lifted his good hand toward Justin, grabbing for one last chance.
“I can be useful to you! I have money with powerful people behind me."
"Give me your command and I’ll make it happen. Just… don’t kill me!”
Justin looked at him quietly, “Your begging won’t bring my mother back,” he said.
Jaden quickly opened his mouth again searching for another excuse to prevent getting killed by Justin.
He never got the chance.
Justin moved.
The dagger cut through Jaden's neck in one strike.
After that, the warehouse turned quiet.
Justin did not bother looking down.
He walked to Christopher and Anna and cuts the ropes around their wrists.
“You’re free now,” Justin said and turned toward the exit.
“Wait.”
Christopher’s voice stopped him.
Justin paused.
“Thank you. You saved us tonight. I’ll remember this.”
“You don’t need to,” Justin answered without turning around.
Anna had not taken her eyes off him since the fighting ended.
Something about him kept bothering her.
The way he walked.
The way he spoke.
It all felt strangely familiar.
She studied him again before speaking carefully.
“You look familiar,” she said.
“Have we met before?”
The true was, they knew each other very well when they were younger,before his family was destroyed.
Anna used to come over often back then, and the three of them — Anna, Justin, and Christy — had spent plenty of days running around together while their parents handled business matters nearby.
So it did not surprise him that some small piece of memory still remained.
But this was not the time.
Not now.
It was not strange that some memory had stayed behind.
But this was not the right moment for that conversation.
Not yet.
“Can I at least know your name?” Anna asked politely while looking toward him.
Justin paused for a brief moment with one hand resting near the doorway.
“Kelvin,” he replied after a short silence. “Kelvin Minton.”
“Minton?” Anna repeated slowly. “That surname… it sounds familiar. It’s the same surname as someone I used to know a long time ago.”
Justin did not respond to that.
Christopher and Anna remained standing after he left, still amazed.
A mysterious man had appeared out of nowhere, saved their lives, killed nearly twenty-armed men, then walked away as though it was nothing unusual.
No explanation.
No demands.
No hesitation.
Outside, Justin stepped away from the Clark estate and reached into his coat calmly before taking out his phone.
The call connected after only a few seconds.
“Kenneth,” Justin said quietly, his voice steady but cold. “I need the current location of the Lawsons.”
There was a brief pause from the other side.
“Understood, General,” Kenneth replied immediately.
“Tonight I’m going to pay that woman a personal visit.”
“Understood,” Kenneth answered without hesitation. “I’ll come pick you up right away.”
The call ended.
Several minutes later, a black military-grade vehicle pulled up silently beside him.
The rear door opened automatically.
Justin stepped inside without saying a word.
“I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know it was you! I was only doing what I was told to do! Please… please spare me this once!”
He lifted his good hand quickly.
“I can help you! I have money, connections, people working under me. I’ll give you Whatever you want. Just don’t kill me!”
Justin looked down at him quietly, the bloodstained dagger still hanging loosely in his hand.
“Begging will not bring my mother back,” he said.
Jaden opened his mouth again as if trying to find another excuse.
But Justin had already moved.
The dagger flashed once.
A clean strike cut through the air.
Something hit the floor and rolled away across the concrete.
Then the warehouse became quiet.
Justin did not stop to look.
He simply turned around and walked toward Christopher and Anna, who were still tied in place, watching everything unfold in stunned silence.
Without saying much, he bent down and cut through the ropes around Christopher’s wrists before moving toward Anna and freeing her hands as well.
“You’re free now,” Justin said calmly before turning toward the exit.
“Wait.”
Christopher’s hoarse voice stopped him.
Justin paused.
Christopher slowly pushed himself upright while rubbing his bruised wrists.
“Thank you,” he said. “You saved us tonight. I won’t forget this.”
“You don’t need to,” Justin replied without turning around.
Anna had been quietly watching him since the fighting ended.
When he moved, when he spoke, and even the way he held himself, something about him kept brushing against a memory she could not fully pull out.
She studied his face for another moment before finally speaking.
“You look familiar,” she said slowly. “Have we met before?”
Justin remained standing near the doorway.
Truthfully, they had known each other very well as children.
Back then, before his family was destroyed, Anna used to visit often, and she, Justin, and Christy had spent many afternoons together causing trouble while their parents talked business downstairs.
It was not strange that some memory had stayed behind.
But this was not the right moment for that conversation.
Not yet.
“Can I at least know your name?” Anna asked politely while looking toward him.
Justin paused for a brief moment with one hand resting near the doorway.
“Kelvin,” he replied after a short silence. “Kelvin Minton.”
“Minton?” Anna repeated slowly. “That surname… it sounds familiar. It’s the same surname as someone I used to know a long time ago.”
Justin did not respond to that.
He only gave a small nod before continuing toward the exit without offering another explanation.
Inside the estate, Christopher and Anna remained standing after he left, both of them still trying to process what had happened.
A mysterious man had appeared out of nowhere, saved their lives, killed nearly twenty armed men, then walked away as though it was nothing unusual.
No explanation.
No demands.
No hesitation.
Outside, Justin stepped away from the Clark estate and reached into his coat calmly before taking out his phone.
The call connected after only a few seconds.
“Kenneth,” Justin said quietly, his voice steady but cold. “I need the current location of the Brentwoods.”
There was a brief pause from the other side.
“Understood, General,” Kenneth replied immediately.
Justin’s expression remained unchanged.
“Tonight, I’m going to pay that woman a personal visit.”
“Understood,” Kenneth answered without hesitation. “I’ll come pick you up right away.”
The call ended.
Several minutes later, a black military-grade vehicle pulled up silently beside him.
The rear door opened automatically.
Justin stepped inside without saying a word.
