Chapter 1903

Their place was cramped, barely 20 square feet. A big bed was the only piece of furniture.

It was dim even during the day, with a single bulb lighting the place. It was not fancy but better than most shacks in the slums.

"Tomorrow, Shawn Bernard is coming to recruit bodyguards," Drake said. "What's the plan?"

He had heard the news from a customer of their club.

"Mr. Bernard is a big shot, rivaling the Eaton family. Working for him means legal status and a better life," Robert said, ready to go for it.

They couldn't sneak around like that forever. The twilight years of stowaways were terrible.

"Marion?" he asked.

Marion nodded. "Yeah."

Robert clapped his shoulder. "Let's do it."

"Hold up," Drake chimed in. "Forgetting me?"

Robert shrugged. "You're a lousy fighter. Shawn's tryouts are brutal. Losers don't walk away."

He had done dirty jobs for others over the years, knowing certain rules of the underworld.

Given Drake's skills, he could barely pass the preliminaries.

"Back me up," Drake grumbled, turning to Marion. "We've always stuck together."

"It's up to you." Marion shrugged, going to bed.

"You'll die in the match," Robert reminded Drake. "Charm a rich lady to fix your papers. Isn't that better? Why risk it?" This text is hosted at FιndＮovel.net

"I'm not leaning on women," Drake argued. "I'll make it on my own."

"Keep dreaming," Robert sighed, patting his shoulder.

Marion lay awake, recalling what Caleb had told him. Investigation showed that the Bernard family was tied to the Lowe family in Orkgate and their actions might be linked to his parents' deaths.

To dig deeper, he needed power.

Shawn was old. Joining the Bernards was a chance for him.

"Avenge your parents." Caleb's words echoed in his mind.

The tryouts were a bloodbath. Candidates fought to the death in a cage. Marion clawed his way out, earning a spot as Shawn's bodyguard.

Shawn was cunning but sentimental in his old age. He treated Marion like a son.