Chapter 36: Regan Ruin The Day
She squinted her eyes at the screen, and she caught a glimpse of the company's name, as the broadcaster adjusted the rolling camera to capture it.
She started laughing suddenly, and fell back on the bed, having a big laugh, her eyes dimmed. A plan came to her mind, “well, well, who would have taught the idiot is going to get himself in trouble,
it is time, to get rid of my sister” she said, and strode towards her phone, on a bedside table.
Regan was still talking to the journalist about the company's wickedness towards the old men, when the company gate gave way.
And the secretary looking high and mighty came out with some burly men, about twenty of them.
“Take their cameras and smash it” he ordered the bodyguards, the journalists covering the scene, shrilled and made a dash to cross the road.
Cars going through the tarred road, demarcating the street side to side, viewers, brought the matter online.
#DarwinBankBullies
Ten of the burly men dashed towards the journalists, Regan darted to one of them making his way across the tarred road, and sent him flying away, with a kick.
He dashed towards another with a swerve kick, and a punch, an uppercut to one, he moved like a silicon, sending the burly men flying away.
The secretary mouth parted and hung open, even the burly men behind him, hid behind him in fear, they were all sweating, cold sweat covered their backs, the secretary hands trembled a little.
The journalists gloated over the misfortune of the burly bodyguards, more media houses, sent their reps to cover the scene.
Regan's martial art has sent the City into a frenzy, after he made sure all the ten men sent earlier, were all sprawled on the floor.
He stepped forward, and the Secretary looked around, and grabbed one of the burly bodyguard “deal with him, quickly stop him, from coming any further” he said, looking agitated.
The body swatted beads of sweat on his forehead, Regan kept on approaching them, they retreated unwittingly, the secretary immediately, fled when he saw that Regan was someone, he won't dream to ruffle with.
The old men who were tired of protesting earlier, seeing the coverage they were getting, major medias that were not willing to get them covered, were all present, even international media houses rep. Were present, renew energy surged into them.
They stood and started chanting,
“Pay us our money!”
They made their way into the company's gate, some media began to seek to interview them, their voices were heard, and it 'cause a stir in the netizens world.
Quickly, donating platforms were created to settle their grievances, some called don the government to do something about the situation.
The secretary burst into the office of the C.E.O, startling him “sir, there is a big problem, we couldn't disperse the crowd, and…”
Smack!
His cheek was slap by his boss, “you couldn't even achieve a thing,
I gave you twenty strong men, to end the nuisance at the front of the company, you can't even do that” he scolded his secretary angrily, without listening to what he had to say.
The door to his opened, and a lady came in “sir, there is a huge problem, our rating is dropping, and our company have come under attack on all social media platform” she said, looking dismay.
The door opened, and the head of finance department of the company came in “sir, all our funds have been frozen by the Central Bank” he reported.
The C.E.O phone started ringing, his hands trembled, and his lips dried, a lump of saliva formed in his throat, he swallowed and dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
He swatted beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he swallowed with difficulty “Hello” he said into the phone receiver, without bothering to take a glance at his phone's screen.
A deep voice came from the phone's speaker, “Calvin, I wad thinking you won't mess up this plan, guess what? You just did, and right now, my department in the government is under scrutiny after declaring you bankrupt” he yelled.
The Boss of the company's body started shaking, “you are on your own” the caller said, and ended the call.
His hand hung in the midair, holding the phone to his ear, his office was crowded by the head of departments of his office.
A loud siren could be heard in the streets, as police made their way to get to the company.
“Fuck!” he swore, and quickly dashed towards the door, a fierce looking man followed him, his personal bodyguard.
He dashed towards his private elevator, he heard a ding sound, and suddenly the door opened, Regan came out, with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.
"Shit, you are the fucking idiot, 'causing all these problems?” he roared, pointing a finger at Regan.
He tilted his head, towards the calm fellow standing behind him, “kill him, strong hand” he ordered.
The man came forward and clasped his palms together, Regan stood motionlessly with his hand in his pocket, Strong Arm dashed towards him, with a punch, Regan swerved to the side, and swung his feet from the floor.
He fly towards the elevator door, and it opened, sending him in, the elevator's door closed.
Ding!
It descends, Regan turned to Calvin who look petrified, cornered, he pulled out a gun from his hose, with a deranged facial expression.
He started laughing “you think we are in 1844, where martial art rule the day, I am going to blow your fucking head off” he said.
While his finger romanced the trigger, Regan wasn't moved by his threat, he strode towards him casually.
Calvin's hairs all stood on his body, “are you insane, I can kill you with this gun” his voice became softer, rather than tougher.
“Go ahead” Regan gave his approval, before he could pull the trigger, Regan grabbed his wrist, and sent the muzzle facing the dome of passage.