"It was YOU! The blind guy!" Ramika screeched in a mixed feeling of surprise and shock, unsure whether to feel relieved that there was another man who could help her out or worried that he was nothing more than a punching bag.
The blind man sighed. "It's not 'blind man'... It's Yohan. That's my name. And for the love of god, I'm not blind—"
"Yo! Pick some knives, chilli powder, or any fire-related items... if we work together, we may survive—"
"Mister... Yohan. It's you, right?" Devitto interrupted her before she get to 'spoil' everything.
"Yes, Mister John. It's me... your regular punching bag. Can I know why you are doing what you are doing?"
Devitto felt grossed out at the thought of Yohan discovering his 'perverted' self, and Ramika couldn't help but notice that even an overpowered assassin like Devitto had bullied someone like the 'blind' Yohan.
"We are... dating! Yeah, dating. Thought we could have some fun, you know... So we stepped out and thought of doing something kinky, haha. Kinda embarrassing that you found us like this—"
"LIES!" Ramika yelled. Devitto stared coldly, thinking of how much brutality he could add to her death.
Yohan silently stared at them both, saying nothing, but smiling. All of a sudden, he jumped over the slab unannounced and slowly walked towards Ramika. Now, him being up close, Ramika saw his features clearly.
A black hoodie with a black sweatshirt underneath and a rugged, uncombed hairstyle, along with sunglasses, in the middle of the night. He doesn't even give the impression of a man, but a teenager or a young boy in his early 20s.
He quickly removed his hoodie and covered her up, humbling Ramika, who nervously pulled the hoodie closer to cover her bare body.
"As I said... I'm not blind. And I don't want to see you like this." He hissed into her ears and walked over to Devitto.
And that's when something clicked to Devitto.
'Hold on a second... Where was he? How—What was he even doing until now? How come I didn't notice him all this time?' zillion questions exploded in Devitto's mind.
"Can I ask something, Mister Yohan?"
Yohan nodded, but instead of letting John ask, he just straight up answered the question that John was about to ask.
"Cause, you're a fucking moron, John... A simpleton and a horny bastard, not able to see who is around and what is around."
"Huh? What?" Devitto exclaimed, taken aback. But it was getting clear to him, who Yohan was.
Yohan smiled and chose not to reply, letting Devitto figure it out himself. He pursed his lips and continued to stir his stale cold coffee, waiting.
"You're one of us... You're part of the underworld, too. Aren't you?" Devitto chuckled in disbelief, thrilled about the possibility; while Ramika turned towards her 'hope' and stared in disbelief.
'No FUCKING WAY!' her eyes widened, internally screaming.
Yohan slowly nodded, confirming it and walked past Devitto, while slurping the almost empty coffee cup.
"The decision was not taken by the 'Judges' of Oasis and the 'petition' is still under 'review'... so, I sincerely request you to call off your attempt and return," Yohan informed, not wasting any more time.
Ramika understood nothing that came out of his mouth, but she did understand that her fate hasn't been sealed yet; and also that Yohan was not an ordinary man, either.
Devitto chuckled hard at hearing Yohan's request and spat his hot saliva right back at his face.
"Take that and apply that to your dick, dickhead..." he retorted back. "I serve only to the empire, not those old bastards serving 'under' the empire. Did you get that? I received my order and I am executing it... Tell those Judges to fuck themselves—"
As soon as hearing from Yohan, Devitto fired back, as he came to his own realization that Yohan was nothing of a big deal and merely a messenger, or in the worst case, a white-collar official.
"Oh, and I thought whether I irked the wrong guy by bullying, but seems like you are not that worth... Requesting? Requesting to call off? What is this, a restaurant? Who am I, a cook?" he laughed out loud, mocking Yohan and his passive style of questioning and replying, while Yohan was not even mildly fazed or agitated.
He wiped the saliva off without making a fuss and pursed his lips, clicking his tongue in disappointment.
"Take it as a warning then, Mister John... if me, standing here and requesting you is not enough, then, please... Take This As A Warning."
An air of mysterious energy filled the atmosphere between the both. And Ramika felt it, feeling it unnerving.
Though Devitto was full of himself at the moment, he felt an aura of uncertainty whirling around the 'blind' Yohan in front of him. He didn't like the feeling of his basic instincts constantly itching him to take the leave and sleep it off; Something was telling him to retreat.
"You know what? Screw it... I'm killing you both," he said, swinging his pointy dull pocket knife at a bullet speed towards Yohan's ears; intending to kill him instantly.
But he hit nothing. He stabbed nothing but air. His eyes wandered and Yohan remained in the exact same position, unfazed and unconcerned.
There was a calmness to his eyes, but the aura around him said otherwise. Not discouraged by that, John threw the knife away and went for punching. He kept punching rapidly at the 'calm' Yohan.
Despite his impressive physique, including a mysterious clan background, well-built frame, towering height, and bulging biceps, John's punches were futile as he repeatedly struck nothing but air.
His furious punches generated a powerful gust of wind that caused objects to shake and move around him. Ramika's hair was blown by the relentless wind created by John's blows, and she feared that even one solid punch from him could actually kill Yohan.
However, John found himself unable to land a single blow. Yohan, having reached his limit, decided to pay some 'respect' to John's valiant efforts, finally raising his hand against the violent fighter.
*CRACK* a mighty sound of bone cracking was heard.
"Aaaaaaargh! My ARM!!!!" screamed John, tripping back and falling to the floor. Yohan stood with his left hand folded back and right hand up in the air, ready to fight.
'Not even steel can dent my arm, but this fucker... He crushed my arm completely. My forearm is completely split... FUCK!'
And before he gets to stand up properly, Yohan grabbed his filthy neck and swung him around and tossed him away like a wafer-thin garbage can.
*BOOM* *BAM*
With incredible force, the throw broke through the wall and caused the canteen to burst open, allowing the moonlight to shine inside. Debris scattered in all directions as John was hurled through the air, crashing into the nearby fountain and causing significant damage to the surrounding statue.
Ramika was in shock and screamed in disbelief as she witnessed the seemingly frail 'blind' Yohan man demonstrating such incredible strength.
Despite his defeat, John quickly formulated a plan to make amends for his actions while he rested under the fallen rubble. As Yohan approached from a distance, John summoned the last of his strength to push aside the stone blocks and shout, "STOP!"
Yohan respected John's cry and nodded at him to speak up.
"Hey... You need to understand. Let's work together, shall we? Let's just finish the girl off. She's a high-profile target. If not me, then another will come, then another will come, then another... You get it?" he proposed while panting and sobbing in pain. Yohan gestured at him to continue.
"She knows the Uncrowned King! THE UNCROWNED KING!"
"King of what?" Yohan asked, feeling absurd.
"The Uncrowned King! Haven't you heard about him? The legendary dude who murdered a lot of dudes... and women. She knows him. No records of his existence should be left, which means... she needs to go—"
"Goddamn, those people... Is that what they call me right now?"
Eyes of both Ramika and John widened endlessly. An air of strong silence followed as they both were stunned by what they just heard.
"They Call *you*?" Together, they asked.
Yohan pursed his lips and chuckled, embarrassed.
"Oh, well... if you are looking for the Uncrowned King or whatever they call it nowadays... Then, I am that Uncrowned King. Yohan Karvakarn."