A Man Like None Other

They had just walked out of the hotel when a taxi stopped them in their tracks. Jared looked up and realized it was the short man who had sent him to the hotel earlier. He was confused as to why the short man had stopped him.

“Sir, do you have time now? My name is Shorty. Can I treat you to a meal?” Shorty asked.

Jared rejected his invitation at once. “No need. It was nothing. Besides, you didn’t ask me to pay for the ride, so we called it even. You don’t have to do this.”

However, Shorty seemed stumped. Seeing that, Jared knew it wasn’t just as simple as having a meal together. “Is there something else you need?” Jared inquired.

Shorty nodded awkwardly. “Sir, my gang leader, Mr. Thompson, dispatched me here to invite you. He wants to see you.” “Your gang leader?” Jared was surprised to learn that a taxi driver had a gang leader.

Shorty noticed his surprise and explained, “We Chanaeans who run businesses here, including taxi drivers, have formed The Chanaean Brotherhood to prevent being bullied. After I went back and told him about the incident at the airport, he expressed a desire to meet with you.”

dawned upon Jared after he heard the man’s explanation. They were all Chanaeans, so

if they knew about the ancient

resided here for decades. Shorty was overjoyed that Jared had accepted the invitation. He welcomed Jared and Gilbert into the car and began driving toward

a few houses within. Shorty led them into a

man descended the stairs with a slow, graceful

a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but his rank was sufficient to garner admiration

glancing at Jared and Gilbert, the middle- aged man couldn’t help but frown when he realized

to sit down. He then told Shorty, “Serve them

“May I know your name?” the middle-aged man asked Jared.