Chapter 157: A web of events, inter-related?

Chapter - 157

"Where's my son?" The old man let go of his grip as he asked the young man.

"Yaannhh... Yaannhh..." holding his neck, the young man sprung up on his feet and distanced himself from the old man, panting for air. For about a minute, the old man had held him by his neck against the table. Now his eight holes were just not good enough. All he wanted was to be a toad and breathe through every pore of his skin.

The old man, on the other hand, picked up his cane and slowly moved towards the couch in the room. All that sudden burst of energy was gone now, and the old man was back to his harmless old self.

Seeing his assistant struggle to breathe, the old man poured down some drink into a glass and extended it towards the young man.

"Drink this," The old man said, "I... I just tend to lose control when I think about him. I don't know why? But, other than that, I am very much polite, don't you think so?" The old man said helplessly.