I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1245: Did you really want him dead?

BANG!

Primo jolted when a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his mouth. The second that happened, he already pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight to the roof, leaving a hole in it.

"What the —" Just as he turned, he saw a fist coming straight at his face.

It was only one punch, but Primo was instantly knocked out.

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Primo was woken up by his headache, and this heavy, wet substance pouring down on him. When he opened his eyes, he quickly realized he was placed in a container.

"What the —" his words rolled back into his throat when the wet cement poured down on him. "Shit!"

Was this another enemy?

Does the Reapers have more enemies now coming out of the woodwork?

Or was this a personal act against him?

Primo instinctively shielded his head until the cement pouring on him stopped. When he looked up, all he saw were some very familiar faces.

"What the fuck?!" he gasped. "Moose! Fig! What the hell are you doing?!"

Moose snorted. "Hah. Wolf, the guy is awake!"

"I was told we’re going to a buffet, but I was deceived," Fig explained himself, only to earn a glare from Primo.

"You’ve been deceived, but you’ll still happily pour cement on me?!"

"Hah!" Suddenly, Wolf peaked over the container with a cigar stuck between his teeth. "Young man, I did tell you that one of these days, I’ll settle scores with you."

Wolf took out his cigar and added, "If you want to die so much, then I’ll happily watch you sink deep into the ocean. Sink him!" freeweɓnovel.cѳm

As soon as Wolf yelled that, Fig casually closed the container.

"Shit!" Primo cursed before he felt the container he was in tip over. He rolled inside as they rolled him to the waters and in no time, Primo felt the fall.

Another curse escaped him, reminded that many years ago, he tried to sink Wolf deep in the ocean. Just like right now, he also poured cement on him. But the man was a fighter and managed to come out on time.

"That vengeful old man!" Primo got so angry and kicked the lid open. The lid was closed tightly and with the pressure, the more he sank, the harder he struggled.

Not long ago, Primo was ready to end his life. But now, he was trying his best to free himself to live.

After many struggles, the lid finally opened and the water immediately surged inside.

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"I think we poured too much cement on him," said Fig worriedly.

"That’s the point!" Moose snorted. "He’s ready to kill himself, anyway. It’s much better if he gives Wolf the peace!"

Wolf smirked as he leisurely smoked his cigar, eyes on the waters. After just a minute, they saw a head come out of the surface.

"Are you all out of your fucking mind!?" Primo roared angrily, making Moose jolt.

"Oh, shit." Moose took a step back. "I never had backup plans in case he survives."

Fig looked at Moose with conflict. "Did you really want him dead?"

"Of course not! Do you think just because he fully paid for his new prosthetic, I don’t need him anymore?" Moose denied shamelessly before he yelled at Primo. "Hey, Wolf got me at gunpoint! I had no choice, alright?!"

Wolf, on the other hand, marched to the end of the surface and squatted down. "Hey, young man, do you still want to die?"

"Huh?" Primo remained in the same spot, keeping himself afloat.

"If you want to die, then don’t stay afloat, but just sink," Wolf remarked. "But if you realize ending your life isn’t what you truly desire, then get out there and fight for another day."

His lips curled up into a smirk, but his eyes looked kinder in Primo’s eyes. "I’ve never forgiven you for what you did to me back then. But we’re even now... just like how you and Mr. John are even. So, it’s time to forgive yourself now instead of selfishly ending it once and for all."

"What do you think those kids will think when their lives are taken away from them, while you take away yours?" Wolf continued. "Carry that burden till the end or change your perspective and live your life for them. The choice is yours."

After saying his piece, Wolf slowly pushed himself up and casually turned around.

"Oh, by the way." Wolf halted and glanced over his shoulder. "Hera told me to relay her message: How dare you choose your death day on her wedding day? She said if you want to die, she’ll kill you at the dullest time of the year. Just ask for an appointment."

And with that, Wolf resumed his steps while waving dismissively.

Primo, who had stayed afloat, couldn’t help but smile. He turned around, hiding the tears that were starting to rain on his face.

"Hey, Wolf! Wait for me, damn it!" Moose, who knew would face Primo’s wrath, quickly followed the old man for shelter and protection.

Fig, on the other hand, remained in the same spot. He stared at Primo, sighing helplessly before he smiled. Just then, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Taking it out, he answered the call without checking.

"Oh, Deborah, it’s you," he said.

"Hunter is worried that Alexander is dead," said Deborah, glancing at the driver’s seat where Hunter was. "He said Primo still has a debt to pay him."

Fig blinked and stared at Primo. "I don’t think it’s the right time for that."

"But I need the money," Hunter remarked.

"I don’t think he has the money, though."

"What?"

"Don’t worry," Fig reassured. "If you need money, take out a loan from Moose."

"Captain, are you insane?" this time, Deborah’s face twitched. "Taking out a loan from Moose is like asking the devil to devour half of your soul."

"No. It’s like asking the devil to devour your entire soul," Fig magnanimously corrected, making Deborah and Hunter frown. He kept his eyes on Primo and smiled. "Fine. I’ll pay for it."

"You will?"

"Mhm." Fig turned around to give Primo some privacy but remained in the same spot because Primo would need a ride back. "It’s my treat to my little problematic brother."