Chapter 9: Ungrateful

"Hey, man… what are you trying to do?" Kevin Letherdale pressed again. Something about this guy felt off, like he was hiding a knife behind his back. The driver hurried to explain, "Mr. Letherdale, you can tell, can't you? I'm a Martial Artist, but my strength is pathetic. That's why I wanted to follow you, to get your guidance. If you point me in the right direction, maybe I can break through again." "I don't buy it." Kevin didn't believe someone would kneel, kowtow, and even betray the Lashbrook...