A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything Chapter 18: The Golf Training (2)

The limo reached Whilestone Street, getting Jaxon along without notice, forcing him to just put on so random suits Kieran got him last ti. But as Kieran himself expected, Zyn didn't even open her door, not to talk of going to so golf stadium. Thus, he didn't try any longer before asking the cars to move on. To the Greenfield Stadium.

The place where they would have the golf training.

Soon, they reached, and one after the other, the cars parked inside the parking lots where other rides had been, sleeping. Including one red McLaren.

As a set of ladies in blue jerseys and short skirts accompanied them through the door, Amanda reported to Kieran.

"I have spoken with those guys. Twenty in number, and will stall around the stadium without getting noticed."

Kieran nodded, whispering back, "Better than staying off guard."

Jaxon shot him a sideways glance, but chose to be silent. The personal assistant said those guys, didn't she? Of course, Jaxon knew who they were talking about.

Reaching the main field of the stadium, Mr. Alan Martinez welcod Kieran with a warm handshake. But it caught him by surprise to see soone else offering another one – the man he had sent out from the empire.

Kieran raised his brows and shook hands with him anyway. "Didn't know you'd be here as well, Mr. Stamps."

Mr. Stamps stepped back after releasing the handshake, holding tightly onto his golf club. He smiled. "What else to say? I am exiled from the empire but still get to co play golf here. Hope I can continue to co... Mr. Martinez?"

Alan looked at him for a split second, cleared his throat, and looked back at Kieran. Kieran himself forced a smile, though it was awkward being there when soone was just ignored. Even Amanda lowered her gaze from anywhere near Mr. Stamps.

"So, are you completely new to golf, Mr. Holland?" Mr. Alan Martinez asked. "That way, we can decide how intense the training should be."

"I have never played before. But I probably learned it sowhere that chipping and putting are most important when starting to play golf. Right?"

"Oh, that's such a good thing you learned about, Mr. Holland," Alan comnded with a brilliant smile. He patted Kieran's shoulder so he cos along with him to the other side, away from everyone else.

Mr. Stamps stared as both got into a discussion, with Alan Martinez pointing down the vast green field.

... chipping and putting are sothing most beginners overlook... Alan's voice trailed off as Mr. Stamps turned away to make a call.

He licked his lips in desperation, pressing down on his jaws. As the recipient picked up the sa number he had called a few hours ago, he asked in a rush:

"Where are you guys now? Already here?"

The husky-voiced man replied, "Yes, boss. Should we head into the parking lot next?"

Mr. Stamps grunted, "I explained that to you already. Stall around the lots for a while and wait for my signal when Holland is going into the changing room. Then run him down from there. Okay?"

Amanda watched him from behind. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she had this hunch that sothing was going on. Besides, he was the person most affected by the boss's new rule, and calling him a rival at this point was even an understatent. He was an enemy.

Anyway, they had also co prepared. She pulled out her phone and sent a ssage to soone called Gang Leader. She told them to co in through the parking lot, but not to appear near the green field... just close enough to keep watch on the CEO.

At this point, even Alan Martinez couldn't be trusted.

Kieran nodded to Alan's most recent words. Then he said, "I will go into the changing room to put on the jersey. Will be back in a jiffy."

Alan smiled and nodded. "All right. Do take your ti, Mr. Holland."

Two of the bodyguards that ca with Kieran followed him up the stairs, then into the quiet passageway leading to the changing room. They flanked the door outside while Kieran headed inside.

Soon, their two-way radios chid, and they put them close to their ears. Amanda's tiny, yet authoritative voice ca through.

"Any strange things up there?"

One nodded and replied, "No..."

But the other was about to say the sa when he saw sothing that made him pace forward. He stepped gently, watching a shadow that moved in the corners ahead.

Amanda said aloud, "Waiting for your own confirmation, Guard Two."

"I think I can see soone," the bodyguard mouthed silently. Then, in a mont, both of them pulled out their guns. And stepped closer.

"Make sure to keep your eyes open and protect the boss at all costs! Alright?" Amanda shouted. "I will send in those guys now."

"Okay," replied the n as they turned off their radios.

A few seconds more, and they thought soone would suddenly jump out. But right as the shadow shifted forward, almost prompting them to pull the trigger, the owner of the shadow ca out. They gasped in disbelief.

It had been a bird all along.

"Fuck..." one of them mouthed, a leg already turning back.

Before he could take the final step, a sharp sound sliced through the air... In the next second, the other guard saw his colleague crash to the ground. A knife had stabbed into his stomach.

"Fuck!" He turned around and pulled the trigger.

Inside the changing room, Kieran had already gotten into the blue jersey and a pair of sneakers. Yet, he wasn't heading out. He sat in the swivel chair, a smirk playing around his lips as he watched the door.

And sooner than expected, it banged open to bring in two n. Kieran didn't smirk this ti but smiled with pleasure.

One of them sighed nonchalantly, returning his blood-covered knife to a pouch.

Kieran asked, "The rest of you are outside? You can't possibly tell that only two of you ca."

Scared? Maybe he is.

The n shared glances of disbelief. But one replied, "Co on. You can just follow us of your own will without getting hurt..."

Kieran chuckled, "... So, they asked you to bring alive? Much like what soone who wants to beat the hell out of would say."

The lean man among chuckled too, pacing to his back. "And, you're not coming?"

Kieran stared back at him and smiled. "I never said that. Co on, let's go already."

***

anwhile, inside the parking lot, a group of n approached each other. Thugs, to be precise. They held knives, clubs, and so on. In short, they were from different teams, one led by the rapist Kieran, who had been knocked out a day ago and was now not only with his two lackeys but tens of them. The other team was led by a chubby-faced guy with a long scar on his face.

The rapist grunted to one of his n, "I thought that dude only asked us to keep watch on him and his people here. Did he say anything about fighting so thugs?"

The man drew closer, whispering, "Boss, boss... I think you should chill for real at this stage. Co on! He promised to pay us ten thousand dollars for every assignnt we complete for him. Have you forgotten?!"

"Well, maybe because I was already knocked out by him..." the rapist replied, wiping his face. Then he chuckled. "Don't be foolish to trust that son of a bitch too easily. He might be playing gas with us... But let's bash these ones first."

"Co on, you motherfuckers!" the man beside him roared at the other team.

They all yelled, running into each other, clubs slamming against skulls, knives finding their rest in tissue-filled abdons.

***

As the two n pushed Kieran into the backseat of a black van, his hands tied together, they drove out of the parking lot. Even past the others fighting each other.

Sothing asked Kieran in himself, maybe his subconscious mind: Why didn't you fight them?

Kieran did nothing but smirk. He even asked, "Can you please play Rage Against the Storm? Thank you!"

The lean man shook his head before doing that. He mumbled, "Are you kidding ?"

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