Chapter 187 Death on the Tracks

• "No, no, this can't happen! Annon, you have to save me, please! Spare me this once!" There was unmistakable fear in his eyes as Alaric tightened his grip on the front of my shirt. At that point in time, I had no idea why he had been pleading for mercy.
• It was only after the fact that I realized he had not been asking me to spare Hotham Group, but to quite literally save his life. As it turned out, he was nothing more than an agent for some anonymous interest group. He knew too much, and now that he had single-handedly delivered his company into the fire, his financial backers, whoever they might be, would never let him live.
• When Lennon saw Alaric clinging to me, he walked up and reached to grab the latter by the back of his collar, laughing. "Oh, Alaric, who would've thought that all your years of despicable scheming would land your downfall in the hands of a kid? What goes around comes around, I guess. The universe has its own ways of passing out retribution for the wicked!"