The Soul Sword Legend

Olan's Death

Some workers walked firmly into the garden yard filled with flowers, decorative tumbrl lights and candles. The dishes were served on the table, Kendrick pulling a plate containing Wagyu Kobe Steak.

Slowly the man sliced through the meat and devoured it tastefully. Kendrick lifted the glass and glanced at his worker, without being told again Fenty approached and poured red wine.

Twirling the glass containing the red wine and the glass was brought close to his nose—aroma fragrance red wine makes the man pull the corner of his lips that form a small grin.

Why does he like to grin like that? inner Kanilaras with eyes that looked straight at the man wearing a white suit stelan.

"Wisdom," he said softly while sipping the expensive drink plan.

"Do you want Aras?" ask Kendrick with his flat face.

Want to be asked any model, this girl will never answer. However, Kendrick can read Kanilaras's facial gimmicks even if they are not explained.

"No need to bother moving your mouth! I already know the answer you're going to give me" he said, cutting up the meat steak.

As if communicating directly, Kanilaras answered Kendrick's words.

If you already know the answer, why do you ask stupid! kanilaras grumbled.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Qatar, see my co-workers. So, you can't go anywhere!" tell Kendrick slowly.

The man went back to eating the steak. Kendrick pulled a plate containing dessert—pay his favorite fruit since childhood. As the last mouthful of the toilet into his mouth, he recalled Olan—worker whom he gave the task of dropping off the fingers of Ares' confidant.

"How about the package I sent?" Kendrick's baritone voice loosens Aunt Kenny's focus.

"Olan has arrived at Mr. Ares' house, maybe he is talking right now."

Right, Aunt Kenny's estimate is very precise. Currently Olan is sitting casually on the edge of the pool waiting for the arrival of Ares—the first child of the Adinata family. A great and richest businessman in Indonesia.

Ares' footsteps staggered over to Olan who was holding a box wrapped in pink gift paper. The man smiled an evil smile at Olan.

"Hi, pretty girl!" greet Ares with waving hands.

"What ... are you the woman I ordered, heum?" said scowling.

The man in the arms was being influenced by liquor so he could not distinguish the war soldier from the comfort woman. Unbalanced footsteps resulted in her falling to the floor, seeing that Olan helped her to stand up.

"Thank you, baby! You are indeed the woman I yearn for, not like the girl in there!" Ares keeps raving no crap.

When Ares's hand began to act impudently Olan brushed off the big hand. Instead of being angry the man even gave a small smile, then he again infiltrated between Olan's handrails. The narrow-eyed girl was now unable to tolerate the brash attitude of her master sister, a hard slap landed right on Ares' cheek.

"Fuck up! How dare you touch my face!" sergeant Ares grumbling.

"Sorry Sir! Not that I mean insolent. However, this I need to do, because Master is unconscious." Olan's head bowed as he explained his behavior.

"You insulted me!" ares snapped with glaring eyes, but his body was still staggered.

"No sir, forgive me if you're offended!" sahannya slow.

Ares sat himself on the chair and stared intently at the girl standing before him.

"Who are you really! And what's your purpose?"

"I'm Olan, Mr. Ken's worker." Standing firmly, but his head was still bowed staring straight at the tile he was stepping on.

"Ck, you're not fit to be a member of Ken. You'd better be my friend" Ares said with Olan's teasing laugh.

"Sorry sir, my arrival here just sends Mr. Ken's greetings." Olan approached and offered a box wrapped in pink gift paper.

Ares's eyebrows linked when he saw the rectangular box, wiggled the box and he looked back curiously at the contents of the box.

"What did he send for me?" ares asked with a raised next to his eyebrows.

Again Ares raised his eyebrows, a little distrustful of the statement of Kendrick's emissary. All this time the brothers have never gotten along since childhood.

"What do you say I can trust?" Looking at the suspicious.

"As for Master, I cannot suppress or order Master to believe in me. Please open the card and I say retreat" said Olan as he pulled his footsteps back.

When the girl turned around and put her feet Ares shouted to stop Olan's steps.

"Wait!"

Immediately Olan turned to look at the older brother of his young master.

"Can I help you, sir?" Waiting for certainty from the man who was in a daze stared at the box he was holding earlier.

"Go!" throw Ares away, his left hand shaking as if to repel insects.

Though suspicious Ares opened the gift hook and when all the toilet wrappers were on the floor, he slowly opened the box cover. The black soot dodged looking at the contents of the box and he threw away the gifts he received, he said, apparently the contents of the gift is Zain—'s finger which he sent to greet Ken's residence meeting located far from where he lived.

"Take the girl here!" ares shouted commanding his bodyguards.

Without taking long, Olan and the driver who drove her were dragged to Ares.

"You said it was a special gift!" Clutching tightly at Olan's cheek.

"Because this is the first time Mr. Ken has sent a gift," he replied fearlessly.

Ares' jaw tightened even more to hear Olan's words.

"How dare you answer me, you son of a bitch!" His eyes bulged as he stared fixedly at Olan's small face.

"Because I'm not wrong!" he said without hesitation.

Ares who ignited emotions strangled the young girl's neckline.

His eyes widened and both hands Olan tried to remove the grip of Ares' burly hand. However, Olan's power could not match Ares' strength.

"L-let go of me, sir!" Olan pleaded with a stammering voice.

"I will not let go of anyone who has insulted me!" his hisses are full of anger.

"Lord Ken won't let this happen" Olan stammered.

Ares laughed out loud and the laughter filled the room, with the man violently pushing Olan back. The girl got up holding her sore neck and she stood up straight as if nothing had happened.

"You're in pain, pretty girl? But, it looks like you're enjoying my torment!" After asking questions, Ares took off the clasp he was wearing.

Then he sprinkled the gasper to the floor, without further ado Ares directed the gasper to Olan's body and legs. With a clear cut on Olan's leg from the whip, her smooth calf was now injured and bleeding, but the girl still had a calm face and even Olan was not hissing at all.

It made Ares more angry so he directed his revolver towards Olan. The sound of an eruption was heard, not quite once. Ares spewed out the hot lead repeatedly until the party he was holding came to a halt due to gunfire.

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At the Black house, Kendrick receives a report from the soldier who drove Olan to Ares' house.

The spoon and fork he held slipped off after hearing the news of Olan's death. Kendrick's eyes flushed his jaws tightened, his right hand clenched tightly could be felt his current fury.

The dining table he was using was pushed until all the dishes and glasses were smashed to pieces.

"Set troops! Tonight we'll make a calculation with that savage!" the word 'civilized' over he emphasized.

He also whispered in Beril's ear, I don't know what plan he was talking about with his accomplice.