Samson and his friends gathered at Zack's residence; none of them had met the store owner since the fire. They exchanged opinions on the matter, debating whether they should go themselves or just wait for a call from the store owner.
Tom started the conversation and asked Samson, "What should we do, Samson? It's been three days since the fire, and we haven't seen Mr. Sebastian."
Then Zack added, "And strangely, the store manager hasn't even informed us about what's next."
"I'm confused too!" Samson replied, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and taking a drag.
"It seems like they don't care about us," Hendry interjected, who had been fiddling with his phone.
Suddenly, Samson's phone rang with an incoming call. Samson clicked the answer button, and the call connected.
"Shhh...!" Samson signaled his friends to be quiet by putting his index finger to his lips. "Hello, good afternoon, Mr. Sebastian!" Samson greeted casually, glancing at all his friends.
Mr. Sebastian greeted Samson, "Good afternoon to you too, Samson!"
Then Samson asked casually, "Is there something you need, Sir, by calling me this afternoon?"
"Samson, if you have time, could you and your four friends come to my house this afternoon?" Mr. Sebastian asked hopefully.
Then Samson replied and confirmed, "Oh, what a coincidence, Sir. We're all gathered at Zack's place today, so we can all come to your place this afternoon."
"Oh, okay! In that case, it's best if all of you do come this afternoon!" Mr. Sebastian replied.
Samson spoke again, "Alright, Mr. Sebastian! Don't worry, the five of us will be there on time this afternoon." Then Samson ended the call without waiting for Mr. Sebastian's answer.
Samson gave a wry smile to his four friends and said, "It seems Mr. Sebastian has something to discuss with us," Samson explained. "But..."
"But what, Samson?" Zack asked curiously.
Then Samson replied in a strained voice, "But, I have a hunch it won't be good news they'll be discussing later."
"How do you know, Samson?" Zack asked again, his eyes wide.
Samson then answered nonchalantly, "I felt a certain pressure in Mr. Sebastian's tone of voice."
Tom, who had been silent and listening, finally spoke up, "I think it's natural for Mr. Sebastian to be angry and upset with us, because we haven't met him or even reported in."
Ferdy also chimed in, "Didn't the authorities already investigate the fire, and besides, that's all the store manager's responsibility."
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Samson reiterated, "Enough! Anyway, we're also responsible for this disaster. Right now, we just need to go see Mr. Sebastian and accept all the consequences. Whatever happens, we'll face it together." Samson paused for a moment, then said again, "We'll stay connected to each other, no matter what decision Mr. Sebastian gives us." And all his friends nodded in agreement.
Later that afternoon, at Mr. Sebastian's residence, Samson and his four friends had arrived at the front gate. Meanwhile, Mr. Sebastian was leisurely waiting for them in a rocking chair on the porch of his magnificent house.
At the front gate of Mr. Sebastian's residence, Samson and his four friends were stopped by some of Mr. Sebastian's guards and bodyguards.
A guard glared at them, "Who are you all? And what business do you have coming here?" The large, intimidating guard glowered at Samson and his four friends.
Then Samson replied with a slight smile, "I'm Samson, and these four are my colleagues. We've come here at Mr. Sebastian's invitation. We are all security officers from Mr. Sebastian's store that burned down the other day."
The head bodyguard and his subordinates burst out laughing upon hearing Samson's explanation, as he claimed to be a security officer from Mr. Sebastian's store.
Samson and his friends exchanged puzzled glances.
Then Zack asked his friends, "Why are they all laughing at us?"
"I don't know either, is there something wrong with us?" Samson replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Still laughing, the head bodyguard said, "In my opinion, people who look like you don't deserve to be security officers. Besides, Mr. Sebastian would never invite people like you who look like trash. I advise you all, it's better if you leave here before something scary happens!"
Once again, Samson and the others exchanged glances. They grew even more puzzled by the guards' behavior.
Then Samson politely requested, "Please just tell Mr. Sebastian that I, Samson, and my four friends have arrived!"
Mr. Sebastian's head bodyguard burst into even more laughter, then, still glaring, he barked, "Hey, you stinking brats, what right do you have to order me to inform our Master of your arrival?" The head bodyguard clenched his large fist and aimed it at Samson and the others.
Samson reached into his pants pocket, intending to pull out his phone to call Mr. Sebastian. Sam muttered, "Damn it! I forgot my phone." Then Sam asked Zack, "Zack, do you have your phone?"
"I don't have mine either, Samson," Zack replied, patting his pants pocket.
"I have my phone, but I don't have Mr. Sebastian's contact," Tom interjected.
"Please, friend, just let us in to see Mr. Sebastian," Samson pleaded, still trying to control his temper.
Without any warning, Tom, who had been quietly standing behind Samson, launched a kick at one of Mr. Sebastian's bodyguards.
The bodyguard was sent flying several feet backward, landing with a loud thud. The guard coughed up a little blood, his face pale, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
The head bodyguard yelled loudly, "How dare you! You dare hurt my subordinate, huh!"
The bodyguard struggled to get up from the ground, intending to retaliate for the attack he had suffered. All the guards were ready to attack Samson and his friends.
"Tom, what are you doing? Control your temper!" Samson exclaimed, raising his hands.
Zack glared at Tom, angry at his reckless action.
Tom said remorsefully, "I'm sorry, Samson, I couldn't stand them treating us like this. Especially since they're just bodyguards and guards, just like us." Then Tom stepped back a few paces, saying again, "Forgive me, guys, for what I just did."
Sam then stepped forward in front of Mr. Sebastian's guards and said, "Please, friends, we came here peacefully at Mr. Sebastian's invitation. You just need to inform him, why make such a fuss?"
The head bodyguard spat, clenching his large fist, then he ordered his subordinates to attack. "Ptooey," "Hey, what are you all waiting for? Attack these thugs!" the head bodyguard roared.
Ferdy and Tom, behind Samson, were already preparing to attack. Samson, Zack, and Hendri could still control their emotions. The guards in front of them were nothing. Samson and his four friends were accustomed to major battlefields.
They were all war veterans, and though they held no significant rank or position, their combined strength was truly terrifying to their opponents. They weren't afraid to face dozens, even hundreds of enemies.
Among them, Samson's combat strength was the strongest, fastest, and most lethal. That's why Sam's friends greatly respected him like a five-star general.
The head bodyguard gave another stern warning, "I already gave you a chance, but you completely ignored it, and you're getting bolder by hurting my men."
Then Samson shouted, signaling his four friends to be ready, "What can we do!"
Dozens of Mr. Sebastian's guards and bodyguards immediately stepped forward to attack.
Zack then signaled his friends and shouted to Mr. Sebastian's guards, "No other choice, since you asked for it, we'll oblige you! Tom, Ferdy, attack them!"
It was a good chance for Ferdy and Tom to act, just to stretch their muscles that had been out of battle for so long. A fight was unavoidable. From Samson's side, only Tom and Ferdy stepped forward. Sam, Zack, and Hendri merely watched.
Dozens of Mr. Sebastian's bodyguards charged like raging bulls at Tom and Ferdy. A blind assault from the right, left, back, and front. Ferdy and Tom used half of their strength. Tom's famous chain kicks were unleashed.
Tom's chain kicks struck the stomachs of several opponents. Ferdy didn't want to be left behind with his iron fists.
One by one, Mr. Sebastian's guards and bodyguards fell to the ground, enduring pain all over their bodies. Especially those who were hit by Ferdy's iron fist suffered very severe injuries.