"Hello, brother Roland? It's been a week since we last spoke to each other, how have you been?" Martin's beaming voice resounded in Roland's Ay-phone the moment Stacey dialed his number.
"We're already at the dock site, there's a problem here. Can you find out what's going on?" Stacey did not beat around the bush and told him the problem immediately.
Martin paused for a moment before saying, "Please wait a moment."
He then hung up the phone as Stacey extended her head to see what was going on outside.
There, she saw Roland standing still at his earlier position.
Meanwhile, Roland looked around vigilantly as he tried to discern the surroundings carefully.
Right now, his guts were screaming of danger as he scanned the surroundings.
He was now completely in the dark about the lurking danger around, so he did not dare to move recklessly.
"Who's there?" He shouted, trying to see if anyone would respond.
The next moment, a silhouette emerged from the shadows, followed by many others.
Counting them mentally, Roland realized that there were at least ten of them in total.
Wearing a black bandana over his head, the first one who emerged grinned mischievously as he said, "You're not bad at all. To think that you would notice us the moment you alighted that rich-looking yacht. In the end, you even made our joh even harder, tsk!"
Roland stared at the man vigilantly.
The man has a long scar on his face, running horizontally on his right cheek all the way to his right ear.
He looked fierce and menacing, especially with the long army knife on his hand that he was 'expertly' fiddling around.
However as he stared at him, it was not the army knife that made Roland feel danger. Instead, it was the bulge on the side of the scar-faced man's waist.
Looking at its shape, Roland made a bold guess of that being a gun.
He looked around and noticed that at least five of them had guns hidden under their shirts.
"What do you guys want?" Roland asked.
As far as he knew, he had not offended any of these people before.
With them being armed with guns, Roland did not dare to act recklessly but inside his mind, plans on how to deal with the current situation were already playing out like a movie.
"Scar-face, what about my offer? My hands have been itching for some action after this bastard made us wait here for an entire week," a thin man wearing a sleeveless shirt stated as he cracked the bones on his finger while looking at Roland fiercely.
Scar-face scoffed at the thin man who just spoke. Of course, like him, he had also been irritated during the past few days after the yacht that they targeted did not return.
Now that the yacht was before them, of course, he himself was also itching to beat Roland up before draining all of his available money.
As for the yacht, Scar-face already found a buyer for it.
"Your offer is not valid until I say so. Also, how many guys were guarding the hostages?"
"There's five of them, Scar-face," the man replied.
"Surround him," Scar-face ordered, ignoring Roland's question.
Seeing them closing towards him, Roland also began to retreat away from them.
From the information they have unconsciously revealed so far, they seemed to have a hostage too.
From that alone, Roland realized that this was planned beforehand. Even if he did not notice them and even if he tried to resist and was able to do it successfully, they would still use the hostages to threaten him.
Instead, he acted as if he was afraid, his legs began to shake as Scar-face and the others surrounded him from different directions.
Just as he was about to turn around and run, Scar-face suddenly pulled out the gun hidden under his shirt from earlier.
"Uhh, uhh. I wouldn't do that if I were you!" He laughed as he shook his head with a teasing smile.
Roland stopped immediately, he nervously gulped as he looked at the caliber 45's muzzle getting pointed at him a meter away from his face.
Inside, Roland was actually a little nervous. However, that was that and nothing else. This was the first time that he had a gun pointed at his head.
At his current physical abilities, Roland knew that he was not capable of dodgin bullets yet.
However, with Scar-face being near him, he would be able to dodge it if he moved before he could squeeze the trigger.
However, Roland did not do that. Instead, he raised his hands up in the air, as if he was trying to surrender.
The lives of the hostages that they had taken was still unknown, including their identities.
Those were life after all, he just could not neglect it even if he wanted to.
Scar-face smiled victoriously as he nodded his head seeing Roland's surrender.
"Good! Good!"
"Beat him up a little," he suddenly ordered, and the thin man who spoke earlier had his eyes lit up in excitement.
Cracking his fingers, he approached Roland and immediately delivered a 'devastating' blow on Roland's gut.
However as a Level 2 Human and someone who had great control over his body, Roland merely jumped a little making the man's fist miss by hairsbreadth.
Of course, the man thought that his punch has connected as he continued to punch Roland fiercely.
A moment later, Roland 'weakly' kneeled to the ground while clutching his stomach.
"Alright, stop that for now and get that woman earlier," Scar-face said after seeing Roland's miserable outcome.
In his mind, Scar-face never saw Roland as his opponent at all.
He has a weak and fragile looking body. He probably grew up with a golden spoon and hence has not lifted any kind of weight all his life except his body weight.
Scar-face and the others had never taken Roland seriously.
From the start, they were confident of their plan.
Now, phase one was done by being able to capture Roland and Stacey.
Their next action would be to call their parent's and request ransom money in exchange for their life.
After all, none of them thought that the Divine Destiny yacht was their own spending.
They thought they were just spoiled brats from other cities who came here for vacation.
Too bad for them, Scar-face and his gang took fancy to their luxurious yacht.
While Scar-face was already celebrating his success, what he did not know was that there were actually two dangerous predators who were actually glancing at him at this moment.
One was right behind him, restrained by his men 'forcefully'.
While the other was a hundred meters away from them, observing their every action from night vision binoculars with a bone-chilling gaze.
At this moment, Scar-face, who was still unaware of the severity of the situation that he was in, dialed a number on his phone.
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