His Purpose
130. Bleeding Night

"The building's wreck is complete, sir. What do I do next?" Nick's voice was heard across the phone.

Gibran put his hand in his pocket. His eyes stared flatly at the reflection of the face on the window. The night was late, for a moment he lyrics Maria who fell asleep in the patient's bed.

Indeed, Gibran felt calmer if the woman slept rather than awake. He did not have the heart to see him who continued to grimace and occasionally cry to endure pain.

Gibran cleared his throat and whispered softly. "Philippine branch drug warehouse, I want you to destroy it" he said coldly.

Nick remained silent for a while before then saying. "Good."

The phone is also closed. Gibran lowered his phone from his ear and pensively.

It's just a warning. If you're still stubborn, I'll destroy all your business to the level.

Gibran turned to walk towards Maria, standing beside the bed before slamming himself next to the woman.

His hand rubbed Mary's forehead and hair. He lowered his head to anchor the kiss there, then turned to Mary's stomach and stroked her growing surface.

"Well be there, this time Daddy will be more careful to take care of you. Sorry for yesterday, you and Mommy must have been shaken by the fire." Gibran whispered while several times kissing Mary's stomach.

"Daddy put Mommy away first. Make sure he's sleeping well, huh?" he again gave the last kiss.

Gibran raises Maria's blanket. Then he got up, his steps slowly led him to open the door. The four men in black suit immediately lowered their heads as soon as he came out.

"Nobody moves on before I get back. Make sure no one enters besides Tjandra and Wiranata. If you dare to be negligent for a second, I make sure you regret it" he said before leaving.

"Good, Sir."

Gibran sauntered past the bodyguards. Its aura spreads freezing all the senses on the body.

The man descended into the lobby to coincide with a motorbike approaching and stopped right in front of him. A man took off his helmet and gave it to Gibran.

Gibran accepted the object as well as a leather jacket and black gloves that he immediately wore without a hitch. Its all-black appearance blends in with a large motor that is also in the same color.

Gibran is ready to go. He rode on the iron horse, pulled his starter fast and began to advance it at high speed. Gibran and his motorbike swirled through the streets that were quite quiet at night.

The night wind accompanied his journey to somewhere. Gibran's eyes highlighted sharply behind the helmet, while his hands clutched the handlebar of the motor. His voice was calm, but no one knew what his heart was like.

Gibran arrives at an empty factory that has begun to run down. He parked his motorbike with one jolt causing a loud squeak in the middle of the sunyinya night.

He pulled off his helmet while glancing at the old building of the factory.

Gibran got off the bike. His gaze circulated for a moment before then walking straight pushing a large door made of heavy iron.

A creaking sound echoed as the giant object opened wide. Gibran entered with a steady step to coincide when a man appeared to greet him.

He took off his gloves and threw them at the man.

"Where are they?" Gibran asked coldly.

The man looked down in disdain when he answered. "Storage warehouse, sir."

Gibran made no sound, following the man who led him to the left of the building. Enter a corridor before finally reaching the destination. There is a fairly large and empty space. Five men tied with duct tape in each mouth.

Gibran approached, looking at the five expressionlessly. Four of them seemed to tremble at Gibran's intimidation. Only one person still looks calm even though his eyes never see Gibran.

Gibran swung his leg and stopped right in front of the man. He just kept silent and said nothing, but his eyes ran straight through the side.

A second later Gibran kicked his tied leg. He grinned cynically when the man did not put up any resistance.

"What's wrong? Thinking with Willis sponsored you can get away from me?" The man was still silent. "Dream it," Gibran sizzled.

His eyes shifted on the four men who were hospital employees. They conspire to help Willis' men to create a fire.

Gibran just stared flat, but it was able to make all four almost pee in his pants.

He sat down when one of his aides gave him a chair. Gibran crossed arrogantly looked at the five people in front of him coldly. He did nothing, just watched in silence for minutes.

Gibran signaled to his men to remove the duct tape attached to the mouth of Sandra Willis. Without wasting time the order was executed.

Gibran's men opened the duct tape in a crude manner. Can be read how the pain especially the face of the perpetrator looks battered.

The man coughed for a moment, then looked up at Gibran. "Young Master—"

Buk up!

Gibran kicked the man's jaw almost to the side.

"Damn it, it's so disgusting" whispered Gibran wiping the edge of his blood-stained shoe. "Siss your voice," he continued in an indifferent tone.

The four men there were already trembling watching Gibran's figure directly. The man looked brutal in his calm face. The son of an Indonesian conglomerate turned violent psychopath tonight. No one knows what Gibran's plan is going forward.

"No need to waste time, give me that thing right now." Gibran puts his hands in front of Willis' men.

The man was silent, making Gibran cluck impatiently and stepped on his head with one leg.

"You want to play games with me?"

"Give it now or I won't spare your life."

The threat was still unable to make Willis' men heed Gibran's request.

"okay." Gibran removed his footing from the man's head.

He then stepped to the edge of the room, approached one of his men who then handed over a shiny samurai with a sharp pointed tip.

Suddenly it made the five people there stunned with bulging eyes, not least Sandra's confidant who was now glaring with a shaky look at Gibran's feet swinging closer to him.

She's more dangerous than her mother.

"Young Guards—"

"You want this, don't you?" Gibran twirled the samurai in his hand. His movements are very flexible and controlled.

"Tu-Master, I beg ..."

"Now you're begging?" Gibran grunting. "Where was your confidence?" taunting telak.

The man shook his head. "Sir, I dare not .. forgive me. I was wrong, please don't kill me. I beg you."

The four men next to him were already too late trying to take off the rope that bound them. Of course it was just a foolish act in vain.

"Not brave?" Gibran whispered softly. "Omong empty. How dare you even intend to kill my son and wife."

Gibran is getting closer to his samurai.

"Open the rope," Gibran's decree was directly obeyed by his men.

Gibran's men opened the rope that tied Eden's hand, Sandra's confidant who now had to see the samurai in Gibran's hand, then pushed the man down. With the help of others he restrained the rebellious body of Eden. The man roared full of pleas.

"Young Master, I beg ... forgive me .. forgive me, Master!"

Gibran looked at Eden with a cold look. Not just Eden, but four other men who were hospital employees. They were no less afraid of looking at Gibran.

Gibran rubbed the samurai's surface quietly, staring at his dazzling glint while emitting a sinister aura.

"Your actions have broken my wife's hand" whispered Gibran expressionlessly. He then looked at one of his men. "What do you think I should do with them?"