Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties
Chapter 118

"That fool! How could he be so dumb? So what if he has power? He thinks I would really feel responsible to him? Not even Solomon or Steven would be that dumb to entrust two gold statues... fucking red gold statues to a stranger. Waah... that guy is really a great fool. I haven't seen a fool so ---"

The man seemed to had had enough of his own talks. He walked closer to the two red gold statues and traced his finger through the limb of one of the statues which was about nine ft tall. Each. "What a beauty!"

He chuckled.

"Where did this bastard get these from? Did he steal them?"

He walked to the other statue and cupped the balls of the statue in his rough hand.

"What huge balls. Big dick."

He cackled.

"I'm so dumb."

He turned his back to the statue and positioned his ass to the head of the statue's big cock.

"Yes, daddy... fuck me..."

He fell down on his face laughing so loudly and rolling on the floor. When he had had enough, he got up on his feet. All serious, with a dead stare. You would think there was someone else in the empty and dark space who had exhibited the prior folly.

"Why are these crazy jerks not here yet? Does Steven want to do business or not?"

He brought out his phone and dialed a number. The call had scarcely rang when there came the screeching of tyres and blaring of car horns coming from outside the abandoned Cathedral

"That must be him. That must be them."

He gulped. His heart thumping heavily in his chest. You would think that he was going to meet a ghost or probably have a talk with Bellona.

He fixed his jacket over and over again like he would go naked anytime from that moment. His head was going to knock, he was about to go nuts.

Then came approaching footsteps from the door of the building. He couldn't see clearly, there was a sort of fog stalking the door, holding out the light. But he knew it was a matter of time before he saw Steven. The approaching footsteps sounded like a troupe of soldiers marching to battle.

"Fuck... haven't I chosen the wrong person?"

He was shaking. He would piss his pants. The manner at which he was gulping, you would think that he was holding a bottle of red wine.

Several henchmen ran towards him and made an arc. They were about fifty.

"Is this war?"

The man muttered again. Then, the henchmen paved the way for Steven.

Steven, unlike most Dons had a big build, burly and charismatic. He was so ruthless that he could blast a man's head off for staring at him for long. Majority of people who talk to him do that while staring at their own shoes.

Steven had a little moustache scattered about his upper lips, at the base of his button nose. He had a cigarette and was puffing.

Indifferent glare constantly enthroned in his face. One hand always in his pocket to grace or ruin the fashion.

He was dressed in Italian suits and shoes. He loved wearing and eating things that come from his hometown.

"What gives you the guts to bring me to this shithole of a place out of all meeting points? Do you have a death wish?"

The man dropped on his knees at once, cowering like a cornered animal.

"I must be very stupid, Steven. I must be stupid to had done that without thinking. Only that I had no choice but to use this place because of the worth of these merchandise." Steven turned at once and began to walk away. The confused man called,

"Don... where are you ---"

Steven made a pause, turning gracefully.

"Why call me when you know you are stupid? You seem to know the degree of your stupidity because you almost made a hymn out of it. I don't make deals with stupid people." "I was j-just joking... I didn't mean the word that w---"

"Did you say you were joking?"

Steven questioned and the man nodded in affirmation. Steven's scary eyes became even scarier as he stomped towards the man.

He had lifted his pointing shoes aimed at the pointy throat of the man to make a once-and-for-all kinda blow when one of his men ran to him, "Boss... boss... look."

Steven threw his face to the ceiling, sighing.

"Why ruin the fun?"

He complained and the henchman dropped on his knees.

"It's red gold. It's no lie. Red gold!!!"

The henchmen bowed repeatedly till Steven dropped his head, glanced at him then dropped his leg.

The man who had just seen death flash across his face dropped on his back, pressing his palm to his chest which was doing mad acrobatics.

Steven wasn't the type of Don who goes around with guns. For why should he, when he had a million and one ways to tame people, kill them or make slaves out of them?

"Go check it out."

Steven nodded the henchman

towards the two gold statues. The fellow ran to them and did a check He bit at the fingers but his teeth were too weak to penetrate. Couldn't even leave a mark, no matter how little on the statue.

He did other things to confirm the authenticity of the gold. He ran back to his boss and nodded.

"Perfect. It's the best we have ever seen."

Steven stared blankly at him for a while then scoffed.

"Too sure eh? What did I tell you about being hundred percent sure?"

The henchman dropped on his knees again.

"Forgive me. I forgot to add 'to my own perception"

"Forgive?"

Steven muttered, looking to his left and right. Without warning, he sent two ruthless kicks into the corners of the henchman's face. The fellow's jaws broke, smears of blood across his face. He lost two teeth amongst other things.

The man was beginning to piss his pants. Steven looked down at his shoes which were stained by blood. To the rest of the henchmen.

"Take the two statues to the truck."

To the man,

"Each red gold statue costs over 200 billion dollars. But I'll give you 10 for each."

Steven's hard face broke into an unwanted smile,

"Do you have anything to say?"

"No... no!!! Never!!! You are very generous, sir."

The man chewed on the words.

"The fool calls me a sir... making me formal."

Steven scoffed and turned away from him.

"And someone please get me new shoes. I can't possibly go to meet with Mr Colton today in shoes. stained by blood. It's not gentlemanly. And Mr Colton@s quite

the formal one. Or pretends to be."

The man ran after the henchmen, leaving a considerable distance between himself and the lots.

Damien took down the Nether TV pro and took a last bite of the steak.

"This fool. He met someone tougher than him. Now, my plan is ruined. How can I sleep when my merchandise is stolen?"

Damien washed his hands.

"Steven. Seems like an interesting person."

He get dressed and walked out of the building.

"Take me to the location of the dumb bastard who gave my hard earned gold statues to Steven."

"Zoom!"

He added and off he went.