SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 29: The Young Demon’s Judgement

"Enough!" A sharp voice echoed from behind.

Syril paused, still holding the messed hand of the helpless adult, and turned slowly to the source of the sound.

It was Sherry.

His eyes were red, with capillaries drawing patterns in there. He squeezed the battered hand in his clutch, however, this time, it wasn’t from anger... It was from recognition of his own actions.

’Did I frighten her with this display?’

’Am I a monster like them?’

’But she should be in support of me... Right?’

His thoughts were in turbulence, confused by what that sharp tone meant, confused by the expression on her face.

"Please, Syril... Stop. That’s enough." Sherry’s voice then softened and cracked, heavy with emotions.

"But... but... but these fools destroyed everything. They hurt you!" Syril’s tone started gently before increasing pitch by another wave of anger.

"I know..." She had walked closer to him now, staring into those black eyes she had watched grow. "I know they did all of that, but you don’t have to do this much..."

"You’re blinded by your own rage... I don’t want you to see you hurt yourself... I don’t want you to carry a remorseful feeling for what you’ve done..." She added.

"But they deserve this..." Syril’s voice had drastically softened, almost inaudible, but that battered hand was still in his clutch. A reminder to the downcasted and thrashed adult that his misery was far from being over.

"I know they do..." Sherry paused, looking down on Finn with a scrunched face. "But not you. Not you, my dear. I don’t want you to bear that burden. You’ve done enough. Let the authorities handle the rest..."

"No!" Syril suddenly shouted.

Sherry staggered on her feet, the weight of that single word falling on her like a physical blow.

"Syril..." She was about to say something.

"No, Sherry. The authorities have never done the right thing," his voice eased again. "I’ll let them go, but that’s when they’ve paid for all of their wrongdoings."

Syril looked down on the adult on the floor.

"I believe this is not the first time you’re doing this?" He asked, coldness twining with his voice again.

"I-I-I," the once pompous man stuttered, unable to make meaning with words.

"Answer me!" Syril yelled.

Sherry could only watch from her position, staring at that kid who she had supported emotionally and somehow financially.

"Yes! Yes! We’ve been into the... We’ve been into the business for a long time," Finn answered in a blitz, words flowing like torrents.

"Good. So, this is what you call business? Robbing helpless people of their own earnings and belongings? Nice."

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Master Syril..." Finn attempted to beg again.

"Shut it! Now, I want you to listen... Listen well. I’ll give you the chance to leave without harming you further or calling the authorities, but only if you pay for all the damages done."

Finn didn’t bother thinking about it twice. ’The young demon,’ as he had nicknamed in his head, was giving the best offer by far.

No authorities involved?

No further harm?

Just a tiny portion from all of the loot they had made?

It was an offer too good to be true.

"Yes, I accept! I accept the offer. Please, I’m ready to pay for all damages done!" Finn replied in a heartbeat, scared that the young adult might change his mind.

’They think they’re getting off the hook easily...’ Syril thought amusingly to himself.

In truth, he had made that offer the best in his own favor.

Firstly, calling the authorities would bring unwanted attention to himself—the authorities would question him about his ability, question him about his newfound power the public shouldn’t be aware of.

And calling the authorities would also mean Sherry was likely going to suffer all of the losses. All of her broken furniture, spoiled goods, and other wreckage, she was probably going to bear all of the losses.

That was one of the major issues in Almandale. Despite the city’s sprawling landscape and business hub, the system was so badly corrupted that commoners were mostly helpless.

In most cases, when issues between a commoner and an influential person rise, and the influential one was at fault, the influential walks away unharmed or penalized, leaving the commoner in more drastic situations.

Let’s say Finn and Sherry involve the authorities, the authorities were most likely going to hold Finn in custody without court proceedings, and in the nearest future, offer bail to Finn. And in a worse case, Finn could bribe the authorities to work in his favour, make them pin the blame or cook stories that would put Amanda in bigger losses.

The worst? That would be left to the cruel creativity of the authorities.

The option wasn’t viable at all.

Syril hadn’t even managed to benefit from the government after his parents’ demise, subjected to another cruelty of the failing system, talk more of a person who will claim her only source of income was robbed and vandalized.

Secondly, requesting payment for damages would perfectly work in Sherry’s favor, and the amount these ’professional’ robbers could have would probably pay more than the damages done.

And lastly, giving this offer would work for the crazy scheme he had planned.

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Syril had went to the pinned Spencer’s pocket and collected the phone in his pocket as instructed by Finn.

"Look at this. Using poor people’s hard-earned money to fund your luxurious lives," Syril remarked as he pulled the modern, expensive device from Spencer’s pocket.

"Password?" He asked.

"I-I... It’s ’Stealforfun,’" Finn stammered his response, knowing that response would spark the ’young demon’s’ anger again.

Syril’s eyes dilated first, then his face contorted, squeezing as anger owned him again.

Sherry wasn’t left out. She almost spat on the man’s face.

"You really enjoy what you do, right?"

"Not anymore!" Finn shouted, trying to defend himself as he evaluated his present condition, staring at his calcite and his blood-soaked shirt, mentally calculating how much time he and his partner had left.

Syril only chuckled, a dry one that had no tinge of humor.

He inputed the password and found the the account as directed.

"Whoa!" Syril suddenly shouted. "What the fuck?! $173,550? How long?!"

They couldn’t answer.

They could only lower their heads.

"Very well. Sherry, I need you to input your details."

Sherry did as told and Syril made sure Finn approved the transfer.

[$100,000 successfully transferred from Finn Sholman to Sherry Whitman.]

Syril read the notification on the small device in his hand before inserting it back into Spencer’s pocket.

"That should do. The rest is in your possession as always," Syril said, smiling wryly at the end.

He unpinned the two big thieves and watched them slowly drag themselves out of the convenience store into the streets. He saw them calling an aid, someone to help them as they moved into a dark alley to avoid attention.

Sherry took a long scan of what used to be her meticulous convenience before focusing her attention on the young man.

"You did well. You made the right decision," Sherry smiled at him.

"I did? Yeah, maybe I did," Syril responded, looking at the direction the goons had followed.

He knew what he had planned. Only him knew they weren’t off the hook.

They could go now and heal themselves, but they would never anticipate what was coming their way.

Because Syril wasn’t done with them.

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