Chapter 284
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After his outburst Alex was placed in a chair where he was he was bound by chains. If he was to somehow escape from the heavy and sturdy chains, he would be pierced by the needles placed below the chairs which would not kill him but instead render him unconscious.
The only thing Alex could move around freely at the moment was his head, and right now he was glaring at the enemy before him. This enemy that made Alex's killing intent rise to an extreme level was none other than his grandfather, who was smiling at him which irritated Alex.
"Such a lukewarm killing intent, well I guess that's barely passable for someone your age." Richter said this as he shrugged his shoulders slowly approaching his grandson. "Alex do you know why I don't kill you even though you've insulted me? Glaring at me like that while emitting killing intent directed at me, oh, and you even threatened to take my life. Do you understand why even though you did all that, I don't just rip off your head from your body." Richter asked this as he took a chair and sat in front of Alex.
"Isn't that because you're f*cking a** of a grandfather?" When Alex said this Richter punched Alex in the gut. The power behind his strike could've knocked out a normal adult man, but not Alex who simply continued to glare at Richter.
"You better behave more Alex. You should realize by now that I've been treating you rather nicely. If you go and continue being a bad boy, then I'll be forced to get a little bit more rough with you."
Alex knowing that his grandfather was nothing short of psychotic knew that what this old man was saying was the truth. He knew that he really meant it when he said he was being nice. Alex knew in the head of the crazy old man this was already nice, and Alex couldn't even deduce how much worse, a bit more rough was. So for now Alex decided to shut up and listen to his insane grandfather. Seeing that Alex returned to his basic stoic expression made Richter smile a bit.
"Well that's better, so back to what I was saying. The only reason I haven't killed you yet, is because you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds left in this world."
When Alex heard this he was really shocked, he didn't expect to hear something like that. He was under the impression that the Greyhounds were a large secret force that controlled the whole operation of the Shadow Mercenaries. He was sure that there were more of them. Even though Alex has never seen his other family members, he still couldn't believe that he and his grandfather were the only ones left.
"Even though your face remains indifferent and stoic, I your grandfather can obviously see the slight twitches you make. I know what you're thinking, how can we be the only ones left of the great and powerful Greyhound family? The answer to that question is that I have killed everyone else. I killed my brother, his wife, and his children. I killed my Uncles, my Aunts, and all their offsprings."
When Alex heard this he was dumbfounded. The way Richter said that he basically killed all his family members, in such a nonchalant manner was so surreal. This piece of news and the way Richter delivered it actually made Alex's thoughts stop for a second. Once the news finally sinked in, Alex started screaming at Richter.
"What the hell did you do you sick f*ck! Why?! Why did you kill them all?! What's the purpose of all this madness!? I thought you wanted to make the Greyhounds strong then why did you do this?!"
Even though Alex didn't really know those people, they were still related and he could still feel a bit of sympathy for them. Still Richter knew them, and he knew them well but he still killed them all without hesitation. He even said it like it was no big deal, like he was just killing some random ants.
"Of course I want to make the Greyhounds strong, and that's why I killed them all. Those fools were all defects, they couldn't be true Greyhounds! If my father saw them, he would have wept for the future of our great and powerful family. That's why I killed all the failures, my brother wasn't suppose to be one of them... My brother used to be a true Greyhound, that's before he met his wife. I thought by killing that b*tch my brother would return to his former self, but instead he foolishly chose to fight me until the end... He even said that joke of a line in the end."
Richter remembered that day very well. He had just killed his brother's wife and children, he asked him if he would finally return and become the head of the Greyhounds, but instead of coming back he attacked Richter. Of course in the end Richter won, but his brother looked at him with a look of sadness and sympathy, and said.
"I'm sorry little bro... I know of your loneliness, and I know what it is you wish of me, but... I can no longer stand by your side, even if tried... I'm sorry... That I couldn't keep my promise, to be someone you will forever chase... I'm sorry little bro, I truly am."
His brother died just like that. He didn't die with resentment against him, but he died feeling sorry for Richter. He killed his wife and children, but he looked at Richter not with vengeance but with sympathy. Richter's older brother was never planning to win, he was already ready to die.
Alex looked at his crazy grandfather who suddenly turned silent and saw that there was an actual tear falling down his face.
'Does this monster actually know sadness?' Alex couldn't help but think this. After a short pause Richter continued speaking.
"So Alex, I hope you don't disappoint me like everyone else." Once he was done saying what he wanted to say, he proceeded to brutally beat up Alex until he lost consciousness. As Alex's consciousness was flickering on and off, he heard his grandfather say something in a more somber tone.
"I hope you become the perfect Greyhound. I truly hope you become one..."
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After his outburst Alex was placed in a chair where he was he was bound by chains. If he was to somehow escape from the heavy and sturdy chains, he would be pierced by the needles placed below the chairs which would not kill him but instead render him unconscious.
The only thing Alex could move around freely at the moment was his head, and right now he was glaring at the enemy before him. This enemy that made Alex's killing intent rise to an extreme level was none other than his grandfather, who was smiling at him which irritated Alex.
"Such a lukewarm killing intent, well I guess that's barely passable for someone your age." Richter said this as he shrugged his shoulders slowly approaching his grandson. "Alex do you know why I don't kill you even though you've insulted me? Glaring at me like that while emitting killing intent directed at me, oh, and you even threatened to take my life. Do you understand why even though you did all that, I don't just rip off your head from your body." Richter asked this as he took a chair and sat in front of Alex.
"Isn't that because you're f*cking a** of a grandfather?" When Alex said this Richter punched Alex in the gut. The power behind his strike could've knocked out a normal adult man, but not Alex who simply continued to glare at Richter.
"You better behave more Alex. You should realize by now that I've been treating you rather nicely. If you go and continue being a bad boy, then I'll be forced to get a little bit more rough with you."
Alex knowing that his grandfather was nothing short of psychotic knew that what this old man was saying was the truth. He knew that he really meant it when he said he was being nice. Alex knew in the head of the crazy old man this was already nice, and Alex couldn't even deduce how much worse, a bit more rough was. So for now Alex decided to shut up and listen to his insane grandfather. Seeing that Alex returned to his basic stoic expression made Richter smile a bit.
"Well that's better, so back to what I was saying. The only reason I haven't killed you yet, is because you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds left in this world."
When Alex heard this he was really shocked, he didn't expect to hear something like that. He was under the impression that the Greyhounds were a large secret force that controlled the whole operation of the Shadow Mercenaries. He was sure that there were more of them. Even though Alex has never seen his other family members, he still couldn't believe that he and his grandfather were the only ones left.
"Even though your face remains indifferent and stoic, I your grandfather can obviously see the slight twitches you make. I know what you're thinking, how can we be the only ones left of the great and powerful Greyhound family? The answer to that question is that I have killed everyone else. I killed my brother, his wife, and his children. I killed my Uncles, my Aunts, and all their offsprings."
When Alex heard this he was dumbfounded. The way Richter said that he basically killed all his family members, in such a nonchalant manner was so surreal. This piece of news and the way Richter delivered it actually made Alex's thoughts stop for a second. Once the news finally sinked in, Alex started screaming at Richter.
"What the hell did you do you sick f*ck! Why?! Why did you kill them all?! What's the purpose of all this madness!? I thought you wanted to make the Greyhounds strong then why did you do this?!"
Even though Alex didn't really know those people, they were still related and he could still feel a bit of sympathy for them. Still Richter knew them, and he knew them well but he still killed them all without hesitation. He even said it like it was no big deal, like he was just killing some random ants.
"Of course I want to make the Greyhounds strong, and that's why I killed them all. Those fools were all defects, they couldn't be true Greyhounds! If my father saw them, he would have wept for the future of our great and powerful family. That's why I killed all the failures, my brother wasn't suppose to be one of them... My brother used to be a true Greyhound, that's before he met his wife. I thought by killing that b*tch my brother would return to his former self, but instead he foolishly chose to fight me until the end... He even said that joke of a line in the end."
Richter remembered that day very well. He had just killed his brother's wife and children, he asked him if he would finally return and become the head of the Greyhounds, but instead of coming back he attacked Richter. Of course in the end Richter won, but his brother looked at him with a look of sadness and sympathy, and said.
"I'm sorry little bro... I know of your loneliness, and I know what it is you wish of me, but... I can no longer stand by your side, even if tried... I'm sorry... That I couldn't keep my promise, to be someone you will forever chase... I'm sorry little bro, I truly am."
His brother died just like that. He didn't die with resentment against him, but he died feeling sorry for Richter. He killed his wife and children, but he looked at Richter not with vengeance but with sympathy. Richter's older brother was never planning to win, he was already ready to die.
Alex looked at his crazy grandfather who suddenly turned silent and saw that there was an actual tear falling down his face.
'Does this monster actually know sadness?' Alex couldn't help but think this. After a short pause Richter continued speaking.
"So Alex, I hope you don't disappoint me like everyone else." Once he was done saying what he wanted to say, he proceeded to brutally beat up Alex until he lost consciousness. As Alex's consciousness was flickering on and off, he heard his grandfather say something in a more somber tone.
"I hope you become the perfect Greyhound. I truly hope you become one..."
After his outburst Alex was placed in a chair where he was he was bound by chains. If he was to somehow escape from the heavy and sturdy chains, he would be pierced by the needles placed below the chairs which would not kill him but instead render him unconscious. The only thing Alex could move around freely at the moment was his head, and right now he was glaring at the enemy before him. This enemy that made Alex's killing intent rise to an extreme level was none other than his grandfather, who was smiling at him which irritated Alex. "Such a lukewarm killing intent, well I guess that's barely passable for someone your age." Richter said this as he shrugged his shoulders slowly approaching his grandson. "Alex do you know why I don't kill you even though you've insulted me? Glaring at me like that while emitting killing intent directed at me, oh, and you even threatened to take my life. Do you understand why even though you did all that, I don't just rip off your head from your body." Richter asked this as he took a chair and sat in front of Alex. "Isn't that because you're f*cking a** of a grandfather?" When Alex said this Richter punched Alex in the gut. The power behind his strike could've knocked out a normal adult man, but not Alex who simply continued to glare at Richter. "You better behave more Alex. You should realize by now that I've been treating you rather nicely. If you go and continue being a bad boy, then I'll be forced to get a little bit more rough with you."Alex knowing that his grandfather was nothing short of psychotic knew that what this old man was saying was the truth. He knew that he really meant it when he said he was being nice. Alex knew in the head of the crazy old man this was already nice, and Alex couldn't even deduce how much worse, a bit more rough was. So for now Alex decided to shut up and listen to his insane grandfather. Seeing that Alex returned to his basic stoic expression made Richter smile a bit. "Well that's better, so back to what I was saying. The only reason I haven't killed you yet, is because you and I are the only remaining Greyhounds left in this world."When Alex heard this he was really shocked, he didn't expect to hear something like that. He was under the impression that the Greyhounds were a large secret force that controlled the whole operation of the Shadow Mercenaries. He was sure that there were more of them. Even though Alex has never seen his other family members, he still couldn't believe that he and his grandfather were the only ones left. "Even though your face remains indifferent and stoic, I your grandfather can obviously see the slight twitches you make. I know what you're thinking, how can we be the only ones left of the great and powerful Greyhound family? The answer to that question is that I have killed everyone else. I killed my brother, his wife, and his children. I killed my Uncles, my Aunts, and all their offsprings." When Alex heard this he was dumbfounded. The way Richter said that he basically killed all his family members, in such a nonchalant manner was so surreal. This piece of news and the way Richter delivered it actually made Alex's thoughts stop for a second. Once the news finally sinked in, Alex started screaming at Richter. "What the hell did you do you sick f*ck! Why?! Why did you kill them all?! What's the purpose of all this madness!? I thought you wanted to make the Greyhounds strong then why did you do this?!" Even though Alex didn't really know those people, they were still related and he could still feel a bit of sympathy for them. Still Richter knew them, and he knew them well but he still killed them all without hesitation. He even said it like it was no big deal, like he was just killing some random ants."Of course I want to make the Greyhounds strong, and that's why I killed them all. Those fools were all defects, they couldn't be true Greyhounds! If my father saw them, he would have wept for the future of our great and powerful family. That's why I killed all the failures, my brother wasn't suppose to be one of them... My brother used to be a true Greyhound, that's before he met his wife. I thought by killing that b*tch my brother would return to his former self, but instead he foolishly chose to fight me until the end... He even said that joke of a line in the end." Richter remembered that day very well. He had just killed his brother's wife and children, he asked him if he would finally return and become the head of the Greyhounds, but instead of coming back he attacked Richter. Of course in the end Richter won, but his brother looked at him with a look of sadness and sympathy, and said. "I'm sorry little bro... I know of your loneliness, and I know what it is you wish of me, but... I can no longer stand by your side, even if tried... I'm sorry... That I couldn't keep my promise, to be someone you will forever chase... I'm sorry little bro, I truly am." His brother died just like that. He didn't die with resentment against him, but he died feeling sorry for Richter. He killed his wife and children, but he looked at Richter not with vengeance but with sympathy. Richter's older brother was never planning to win, he was already ready to die. Alex looked at his crazy grandfather who suddenly turned silent and saw that there was an actual tear falling down his face. 'Does this monster actually know sadness?' Alex couldn't help but think this. After a short pause Richter continued speaking. "So Alex, I hope you don't disappoint me like everyone else." Once he was done saying what he wanted to say, he proceeded to brutally beat up Alex until he lost consciousness. As Alex's consciousness was flickering on and off, he heard his grandfather say something in a more somber tone. "I hope you become the perfect Greyhound. I truly hope you become one..."
