Xavier’s shoulders slumped when he realized he wasn’t who he was looking for since the red-suited guy he met months ago, even with a mask, <i>seemed</i> younger than the man before him.


    "So you are the two Craig found suspicious," the old man asked, coughing in between but that didn’t stop him from smoking.


    "They were the only ones that weren’t salivating at the sight of thosedies," Craig, the blue-suited man exined. "Others were ready to fuck, but they stood like statues. Maybe they were sent by X."


    The middle-aged man stared at the both of them, his eyes lingering on Xavier before a smirk pulled on his lips. He lifted the cigarette and took a big puff before he stood up from his chair.


    "Or maybe he’s X," the middle-aged man pointed at Xavier who didn’t show any kind of expression. "Take off your mask," he ordered.


    "We are supposed to keep our masks on for our safety," Xavier exined.


    An amused grin pulled on the middle-aged man’s lips.


    "That’s right! But I’m not wearing a mask myself, so take off your mask," he demanded.


    Xavier silently gritted his teeth in anger but stood still, not willing to take off his mask.


    If the red-suited man he had encountered was coborating with the middle-aged man, it was possible that the middle-aged man already knew his true identity as X and was merely toying with him.


    After waiting a few seconds, and not doing what he’d asked them to do, the middle-aged man ordered the guards to beat them up.


    Instantly, a fierce brawl broke out between Kace and Xavier and the armed men. But they were outnumbered by the armed men.


    The middle-aged man, together with Craig, sat and enjoyed the show.


    No matter how Kace and Xavier tried to beat up the men, they counterattacked with a better move.


    When the fight ended, Kace and Xavier were brutally bruised and were forced to kneel in front of the middle-aged man.


    The mask was torn off his face by the guards as they threw him forward. His face was brutally bruised but he refused to surrender so easily.


    He nced at Kace, who was also in the same condition as him.


    "To think we’ve finally captured X so easily, we need to celebrate, don’t you think Craig," the middle-aged man asked Craig who nodded in agreement.


    "Indeed, <i>He </i>did predict that X would being here today, blending with the crowd," Craig responded which earned him a chuckle from the middle-aged man.


    "<i>He </i>has proved that he’s worthy of taking over," the middle-aged man agreed.


    Xavier wondered who they were talking about.


    ’It must be the one I’m looking for,’ he concluded.


    Xavier could have easily instructed Maxwell to barge in, but he needed to uncover the identity of the person they were discussing. Despite being outnumbered by the several men in the room, he was prepared to endure more beating if it meant getting the information he sought.


    "Are you talking about that guy I shot in the leg the other time? He’s such a weakling," Xavier spat. "He couldn’t even face me and chose to run away."


    Kace stared at him with a questionable look.


    "You were the one who shot him in the leg?"


    "Where’s he?" Xavier questioned before spitting out the blood in his mouth. "Don’t tell me he’s too scared to show me his face," he added.


    The middle-aged man chuckled, hisughter filling the room.


    "You still have the nerve to make demands even when you are in no position to. Too bad, I’m in no mood to entertain you, X."


    The middle-aged man turned to the guards.


    "Get rid of both of them and make sure you do it in the most painful way ever imagined. Capturing X is an aplishment. Getting rid of him with his aplice is a much bigger aplishment, don’t you think Craig?"


    "It sure is, boss," Craig agreed. They believed they were finally going to get rid of them easily.


    Xavier gritted his teeth in anger when he and Kace were both pulled away from the floor and taken away.