A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 18: The Golf Training (2)

The limo reached Whilestone Street, getting Jaxon along without notice, forcing him to just put on some random suits Kieran got him last time. But as Kieran himself expected, Zyn didn't even open her door, not to talk of going to some golf stadium. Thus, he didn't try any longer before asking the cars to move on. To the Greenfield Stadium.

The place where they would have the golf training.

Soon, they reached, and one after the other, the cars parked inside the parking lots where other rides had been, sleeping. Including one red McLaren.

As a set of ladies in blue jerseys and short skirts accompanied them through the door, Amanda reported to Kieran.

"I have spoken with those guys. Twenty in number, and will stall around the stadium without getting noticed."

Kieran nodded, whispering back, "Better than staying off guard."

Jaxon shot him a sideways glance, but chose to be silent. The personal assistant said those guys, didn't she? Of course, Jaxon knew who they were talking about.

Reaching the main field of the stadium, Mr. Alan Martinez welcomed Kieran with a warm handshake. But it caught him by surprise to see someone else offering another one – the man he had sent out from the empire.

Kieran raised his brows and shook hands with him anyway. "Didn't know you'd be here as well, Mr. Stamps."

Mr. Stamps stepped back after releasing the handshake, holding tightly onto his golf club. He smiled. "What else to say? I am exiled from the empire but still get to come play golf here. Hope I can continue to come... Mr. Martinez?"

Alan looked at him for a split second, cleared his throat, and looked back at Kieran. Kieran himself forced a smile, though it was awkward being there when someone was just ignored. Even Amanda lowered her gaze from anywhere near Mr. Stamps.

"So, are you completely new to golf, Mr. Holland?" Mr. Alan Martinez asked. "That way, we can decide how intense the training should be."

"I have never played before. But I probably learned it somewhere that chipping and putting are most important when starting to play golf. Right?"

"Oh, that's such a good thing you learned about, Mr. Holland," Alan commended with a brilliant smile. He patted Kieran's shoulder so he comes along with him to the other side, away from everyone else.

Mr. Stamps stared as both got into a discussion, with Alan Martinez pointing down the vast green field.

... chipping and putting are something most beginners overlook... Alan's voice trailed off as Mr. Stamps turned away to make a call.

He licked his lips in desperation, pressing down on his jaws. As the recipient picked up the same number he had called a few hours ago, he asked in a rush:

"Where are you guys now? Already here?"

The husky-voiced man replied, "Yes, boss. Should we head into the parking lot next?"

Mr. Stamps grunted, "I explained that to you already. Stall around the lots for a while and wait for my signal when Holland is going into the changing room. Then run him down from there. Okay?"

Amanda watched him from behind. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she had this hunch that something was going on. Besides, he was the person most affected by the boss's new rule, and calling him a rival at this point was even an understatement. He was an enemy.

Anyway, they had also come prepared. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to someone called Gang Leader. She told them to come in through the parking lot, but not to appear near the green field... just close enough to keep watch on the CEO.

At this point, even Alan Martinez couldn't be trusted.

Kieran nodded to Alan's most recent words. Then he said, "I will go into the changing room to put on the jersey. Will be back in a jiffy."

Alan smiled and nodded. "All right. Do take your time, Mr. Holland."

Two of the bodyguards that came with Kieran followed him up the stairs, then into the quiet passageway leading to the changing room. They flanked the door outside while Kieran headed inside.

Soon, their two-way radios chimed, and they put them close to their ears. Amanda's tiny, yet authoritative voice came through.

"Any strange things up there?"

One nodded and replied, "No..."

But the other was about to say the same when he saw something that made him pace forward. He stepped gently, watching a shadow that moved in the corners ahead.

Amanda said aloud, "Waiting for your own confirmation, Guard Two."

"I think I can see someone," the bodyguard mouthed silently. Then, in a moment, both of them pulled out their guns. And stepped closer.

"Make sure to keep your eyes open and protect the boss at all costs! Alright?" Amanda shouted. "I will send in those guys now."

"Okay," replied the men as they turned off their radios.

A few seconds more, and they thought someone would suddenly jump out. But right as the shadow shifted forward, almost prompting them to pull the trigger, the owner of the shadow came out. They gasped in disbelief.

It had been a bird all along.

"Fuck..." one of them mouthed, a leg already turning back.

Before he could take the final step, a sharp sound sliced through the air... In the next second, the other guard saw his colleague crash to the ground. A knife had stabbed into his stomach.

"Fuck!" He turned around and pulled the trigger.

Inside the changing room, Kieran had already gotten into the blue jersey and a pair of sneakers. Yet, he wasn't heading out. He sat in the swivel chair, a smirk playing around his lips as he watched the door.

And sooner than expected, it banged open to bring in two men. Kieran didn't smirk this time but smiled with pleasure.

One of them sighed nonchalantly, returning his blood-covered knife to a pouch.

Kieran asked, "The rest of you are outside? You can't possibly tell me that only two of you came."

Scared? Maybe he is.

The men shared glances of disbelief. But one replied, "Come on. You can just follow us of your own will without getting hurt..."

Kieran chuckled, "... So, they asked you to bring me alive? Much like what someone who wants to beat the hell out of me would say."

The lean man among chuckled too, pacing to his back. "And, you're not coming?"

Kieran stared back at him and smiled. "I never said that. Come on, let's go already."

***

Meanwhile, inside the parking lot, a group of men approached each other. Thugs, to be precise. They held knives, clubs, and so on. In short, they were from different teams, one led by the rapist Kieran, who had been knocked out a day ago and was now not only with his two lackeys but tens of them. The other team was led by a chubby-faced guy with a long scar on his face.

The rapist grunted to one of his men, "I thought that dude only asked us to keep watch on him and his people here. Did he say anything about fighting some thugs?"

The man drew closer, whispering, "Boss, boss... I think you should chill for real at this stage. Come on! He promised to pay us ten thousand dollars for every assignment we complete for him. Have you forgotten?!"

"Well, maybe because I was already knocked out by him..." the rapist replied, wiping his face. Then he chuckled. "Don't be foolish to trust that son of a bitch too easily. He might be playing games with us... But let's bash these ones first."

"Come on, you motherfuckers!" the man beside him roared at the other team.

They all yelled, running into each other, clubs slamming against skulls, knives finding their rest in tissue-filled abdomens.

***

As the two men pushed Kieran into the backseat of a black van, his hands tied together, they drove out of the parking lot. Even past the others fighting each other.

Something asked Kieran in himself, maybe his subconscious mind: Why didn't you fight them?

Kieran did nothing but smirk. He even asked, "Can you please play me Rage Against the Storm? Thank you!"

The lean man shook his head before doing that. He mumbled, "Are you kidding me?"

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