Free Web NovelChapter 89: Problems with a Tailor
Obviously, Victor heard the low, threatening tone of the twins, Walrick and Wendell. He watched the scene unfold through a gap in the closet curtain and trusted Aron to control the situation, but when Walrick pulled out a sharp knife and placed it against the tailor’s neck, Victor’s protective instincts immediately kicked in. He couldn’t stand by while his former friend faced this alone.
Determined, Victor left the closet, dragging the curtain with him. Aron’s tension with a knife at his neck was cut short by the soft creak of the curtain’s metal rings sliding down the rod.
Victor wasn’t someone who fitted easily into small spaces, so when he came out of the closet, he bent down to pass through the curtain.
The twins turned their heads, and Wendell, who had no scar, frowned while Walrick, with the prominent scar over his left eye, clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand. They were tall and muscular, but in front of Victor they looked like ordinary people.
"Get back inside, man," ordered Wendell.
"Ah, you old bastard, were you with a client here?" Walrick, with the knife still pointed at Aron, said. "Why didn’t you tell us?"
"Why are you doing this?"
Victor’s eyes, black and calm as the night sky, captured the twins’ attention, and Victor’s voice filled the space of the tailor shop, imposing an aura of strength that the twins rarely felt, especially since he hadn’t obeyed them.
"That’s none of your business, stranger," said Wendell. "Get back in the closet and stay out of this, before it becomes a problem for you too."
Victor raised his eyebrows, maintaining a superficial calm despite the palpable tension in the air. "Aron is a friend. If there’s a problem here, it’s mine too."
The twins exchanged brief glances, assessing the situation. Wendell seemed more cautious, while Walrick seemed willing to take this as a direct challenge.
Aron, for his part, looked at Victor with great concern. He knew that Victor’s presence could complicate the situation even more.
"Victor, please stay out of this," pleaded Aron, his voice a tense whisper.
Despite this, Victor ignored his friend’s request, keeping his gaze fixed on the twins. "Come on, tell me, what do you want with Aron?"
Wendell snorted, his gaze narrowing and he turned completely around to face Victor. "This is none of your business. Get out of here or you could end up getting hurt."
"Do you really expect me to see you bullying someone I know and ignore it?"
Walrick clucked his tongue and pointed his knife in Victor’s direction and then he let out an ironic laugh. "Looks like we’ve got ourselves a bit of a hero here, brother. Careful, man, you could end up with a knife in your neck if you don’t behave yourself."
Aron looked at Victor with concern. He knew the twins’ reputation, which is why he feared them, but he knew Victor even better and what he could do.
"Do you understand now, big man?" said Wendell with a sarcastic tone. "Get out or you’ll end up staining the old clothes here with your blood. We’re solving a problem with old Aron. Now get back in the fucking closet or get out of here."
Victor ignored the twins’ insistence and started walking towards them, his heavy footsteps clattering on the wooden floor of the store. "Normally, I have no interest in unnecessary conflicts..."
Walrick growled softly as Victor started walking towards them. "Who does this guy think he is, brother?"
"This is different, though. You should be ashamed of what you’re doing, so I’m still going to give you a chance. Look at Aron, bow your heads, apologize for the inconvenience and leave." ordered Victor, stopping in front of the fearless twins.
"Or else?" Wendell asked with a small smile.
"Otherwise I’ll personally kick them out the door." Victor declared.
Wendell, with his typical impetuosity, couldn’t contain the anger boiling up inside him. Even though he was afraid, he tired of Victor’s pestering and lunged forward, his right fist launching towards Victor’s face in one swift, powerful movement. Wendell’s punch found the center of Victor’s face, but instead of a satisfying impact, it was as if he had hit a rock and Wendell’s fingers made a snapping noise.
An insignificant scratch appeared on Victor’s face, while he remained motionless, as if the blow hadn’t even touched him.
A heavy silence settled over the store, broken only by the muffled sound of Wendell, who pulled away from Victor in pain, saying:
"Shit, shit, shit!" Wendell groaned in pain, so it was clear that the popping noise was the sound of the bones in his hand breaking.
The look on Victor’s face implied that they had crossed a line, and now the consequences were in his hands. He took a deep breath, keeping his cool, and said: freewebnσvel.cѳm
"You have chosen the path of violence." He looked at the twins from bottom to top. "But know that you started it."
Walrick saw his brother recoil, groaning in pain, then grit his teeth and attacked with his knife, trying to pierce Victor’s chest. He didn’t take out any weapons, because he preferred to rely on his skills with his hands to only incapacitate, not kill.
With a minimal movement, Victor dodged Walrick’s stab and responded with a quick blow, hitting him in the stomach with the fingertips of his right hand.
This blow seemed to hurt even more than a punch would. A groan of pain escaped Walrick’s lips and he instinctively dropped the knife, which fell to the ground.
Victor stepped on the knife and made a kicking motion, throwing the knife to the back of the store, away from the battle.
Wendell, even though he was in a lot of pain, saw his brother being hit, so he pulled out the dagger on his belt with his left hand and tried to go back to fighting, but Victor was watching.
So when Wendell ran towards him with the dagger, Victor grabbed Walrick’s collar and threw him at his twin brother, causing them both to collide with each other and fall to the ground.
"Is that what you had to show for it?" Victor asked, spreading his arms.
