I’m Someone Else

Chapter 82

“What did I ever do to him? Why did you come after me?” Thomas looked at the man. I must get to the bottom of this.

“I-I don’t know. We were just carrying out orders.” The man was on the verge of tears. When Leslie gave him the order, he told him that this guy was nothing more than a loser. He was ordered to beat Thomas up and kill him once he suffered enough beating. However, Leslie’s assessment was wrong. This man was no loser. He was a monster who could take down a group of armed men all by himself and break all their limbs! Damn you, Leslie! If I die, I’ll haunt you forever!

Thomas was a little speechless. Are you dumb? At least do some recon before you come after me. You don’t even know why you were sent after me, yet you still came for me, anyway? “Where is your young master?” He wouldn’t let Leslie off the hook that easily. They had no beef, yet he still sent a group of fighters after him. I will not stand for this. He will pay for what he did.

“Please, have mercy. I have no idea where he is!” Every time Leslie needed something, he was the one to make the call. This man never sought him out. Not even Leslie’s father knew where he was at all times, let alone a lackey.

Thomas nodded. These people are useless now. Then, he crushed these thugs’ necks. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The man was already a mess of tears. He’s a monster. He kills so many people without even batting an eye! “Please, have mercy on me! I have a family to feed. I can’t die yet. Please…” Nobody wanted to die. He was only 30 years old and had made enough money to live a life of luxury but hadn’t had the chance to use it yet. He still had a lot of women he wanted to sleep with, and he wanted to live a good life.

Thomas would rather not kill, but these people forced his hand. “Tell that to the Grim Reaper.” He showed them no mercy. They came after him, and if he weren’t a good fighter, these people would’ve

taken his life like it was nothing. These maggots of society had no worth at all. Killing them would bring down the threat they would pose to innocents.

Mercy for the enemy was poison for the soul. If he had let these people go, they would gather a bigger crowd to come after him once they got back on their feet. I’d rather cut the weeds before they can grow too big. Since the Yams are coming after me, I guess I don’t have to show them mercy anymore.

“The Yams, huh?” Thomas stood before his Lamborghini, clenching his fists. A moment later, he drove back to his house. It was late, but his house was still brightly lit. “Chloe? Why are you still up?” He looked at Chloe, who was on the couch.

She smiled. She didn’t want to stay up, but she was scared of sleeping even more. She might never wake up if she slept. Every day was a luxury for her, and she wanted to spend them as best she could. “Not sleepy yet. Have you had dinner, Thomas? I can make you supper.”

He looked at her closely and frowned before sitting down beside her. “Something’s on your mind, Chloe.”

She leaned into his embrace. “Thomas, did something happen to Zachary? Tell me the truth. I can take it.”

Thomas was hit hard by that.

“I’ve been thinking. Ever since you showed up, things have changed. Zachary said you’re the most brilliant soldier in the military. You’re their pride and joy, the most lethal weapon this country has ever seen. Yet, you retired all of a sudden and came to live in this city.”

His lips twitched. “You’re reading too much into it. I just didn’t want to fight anymore. It was a tiring life, and I wanted to live a normal life.”

“Really? So, why hasn’t Zachary called me for so long? In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would always call me once a month. But now, it’s been two months since he last called. So, tell me. What happened? Tell me the truth, please.”

“Well… I told you he’s in Africa, didn’t I? It’s not exactly a rich place. That’s why he couldn’t make any calls. He has to finish his mission before he can come back.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I miss him. I want to see him, but if that’s not possible, at least let me hear his voice.” She teared up and started crying, her tears drenching Thomas’ shirt. Her life was coming to an end, and she had no other wish other than to see her brother one last time. She wanted to see his smile again, but her simple wish could never be granted.

Thomas didn’t move, and he let Chloe cry in his arms. He bit his lip so hard that blood was starting to trickle down. More than once, he had wanted to tell her the truth, but whenever he met her hopeful gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her that her brother was dead.

Eventually, Chloe fell asleep, and Thomas took her to the bedroom and tucked her in. He then returned to his room and smoked beside his bed. Teardrops fell on the windowsill, and a crisp plop rang in the air.

Look what you did, Thomas. You ruined a happy family. If you’d been more careful, the mission wouldn’t have failed. Even if it failed, you didn’t have to shoot Zachary. So what if the enemy had him? You could’ve saved him. You could’ve risked your life to bust him out. Why, gods? Why didn’t you take me too? You took my friend away, so why do you let me live? He roared in silence, upset about the machinations of fate.

Thomas and Zachary were both hurt back then, but Thomas’ injuries were slightly less severe. He knew if Zachary were caught, the enemies would torture him until he died. Zachary was the one who begged him to shoot. He wanted a clean death.

Thomas carried out his wish. He was going to go on a suicide mission after he shot Zachary, but it was then the reinforcements came. He survived out of sheer luck, and he cursed the gods for that.