I’m Someone Else

“Please, don’t!”

Thomas clung to the last shred of hope he had as he charged into the bathrooms.

No one was around!

Sh*t! I was too late.

A sense of despair rose in him. It seemed like he had been right. Those people had returned and taken Olivia away. Since they were capable of shooting at them while on the road, that meant she was in danger in their hands.

“Damn it!” At that thought, anger surged in him and he punched the door.

Immediately, the sturdy metal door had a dent. It was clear just how angry he was.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he searched hard through his memory for the number plate of the Cadillacs. “IA35888.”

Years of military experience had forced him to develop the habit of memorizing everything that he saw. Evidently, that habit had come in handy as he was able to recall the vehicle registration number of one of the Cadillacs.

“Hey,” he barked out as he called William.

“What is it, Thomas?” William was currently enjoying his dinner.

“Look up a license plate number for me, Will. Be quick!”

did not ask for more information and swiftly left his dinner behind to pull out a pen and paper from his desk.

up, William contacted his father and asked him for help tracing the location of the Cadillac. However,

would not be

mood to eat his dinner

Ding!

he received a message that he swiftly forwarded

the couch for William’s news. When he saw the message come in,

icy cold when he read the message, particularly when he reached the section that stated the Cadillac was a car reserved for the inner disciples of the

puzzled. What did Hind Group want with

single hand on her, I will kill them all!” he

the living room with his phone in his hand, a spine-chilling look flashed in his eyes.

helped him out and even gave him a well-paid

his friends had better be prepared to be

the gunshot wound. He was the King of Marksmen. How could he be wounded by

now. It was

and easily took the two security guards out. He then held the knife against the older-looking security guard’s neck and ordered

call went through,” the security guard

when this demon barged into the room. The demon did not say a single word before beating them up. What on earth was going on? Could they not have talked? Why did they have to fight? Even now, he could still feel a sharp pain in his

company office right now. If she’s hurt at all, your entire family is doomed! Remember, my patience is finite. You only have thirty minutes. If I don’t

when they heard that. Who

was one of the most powerful men in the city. It was not an exaggeration to say one of

casually lit up a cigarette. With his knife in hand, he took a

Tick. Tock.

it was soon half an hour later. One final glance at the entrance of the building revealed no one at the