At Lamech's, women were mourning, weeping and lamenting. "People are shameless!", one woman cried out. "Such people should be kept behind bars for life!", another woman said, sobbing softly. "My daughter was such a sweet girl; how could she end this early and in such a shaming manner?! The gods will judge that shameless man!", the mother cried out.
Women continued to mourning with the mother deceased, weeping and some cursing. "Let him die like a dog!", one woman shouted before another adding, "I hope someone strangles that maniac slow to death! Let him have a slow death!"
People were crying and lamenting in pain for the death of this girl. She was Minteh's niece.
"Ginn, where's your brother? He must have come back; where's he?", an old strong man seated among the mourners in the house, at Lamech's, asked a fairly good-looking lady, who looked more like Minteh on the face. "Dad, I have no idea where he is, but," she replied as trailed off from the old man's presence. "Ginn!," called the old man, "tell me, but what? Has anything bad befallen my house again?," he asked, trembling. "Someone from Mitete town called me a while back saying,.." "What did they say?", the old man snapped. "... saying that his peugeot just passed them at a lightning speed, going down by way to the old bungalow," she replied timidly.
"Oh no! Does this boy every remember any of my instructions? Have you heard anything more from your 'informer'?," he asked, throwing his hands in the air. "Not yet for now," she replied as she turned to leave his presence.
Meanwhile, at the old bungalow, people were scattered after the 'bang'; it was a gun shot. The deputy with whom the sheriff moved, seemed trigger-happy, and aiming in Minteh's direction, he fired once. People screamed and ran to all directions. The sheriff also ducked, though it would have been late had the shot been fired at him.
To the deputy's dismay, surprise and unsatisfication, Minteh seemed not to have been hurt. In fact, he moved a step forward, and another. The deputy sheriff panicked and fired another shot at him. This time round, it was off target, as it just grazed his neck. Minteh's demeanor changed to that of a predator.
By this time, the sheriff had made up what was going on, but before the third shot, and before anyone else reacted, at lightning speed, Minteh picked up the coffee branch he had broken from the coffee tree in the beginning, and like a javelin, he threw it at the deputy. It pierced him breaking his right hand, rendering him helpless.
The deputy involuntarily tossed his AK-47 down and cried out in pain, while holding onto his injury with the left arm.
"Don't you guys ever remember instructions?," Minteh asked, closing the distance between him and the deputy.
"I said, 'I don't want anyone to point a gun in my direction ever again'; and what did you do?," he asked, taking slow predatory steps.
"Sir, sir, I am sorry sir! I will remember now! Please spare my life!," pleaded the deputy sheriff, raising his one arm to him in surrender.
"No! You won't remember!," Minteh said. "But I want to make sure you do!," he added.
The deputy sheriff lost of words, trembled and wept, pleading.
But the determined murderous look in Minteh's eyes broke his heart, and he lost all hopes of living again.
"I promise to be a listener if given a chance," the deputy pleaded softly as he was now face to face with the man he had fired twice at.
Behind Minteh, the sheriff mustered the courage and bravery, out of the first shock, and standing up, he said, "Minteh, stop whatever you're doing or planning to do!" Minteh was surprised by the courage and boldness of the sheriff. So, he turned to see him pointing a pistol at him, shaking slightly.
"You're either stupid or bold!," Minteh said furrowing his eyebrows. "Put your hands behind your head and lie down on the ground... Ouch!" Without anyone moving, the sheriff felt a sharp cutting pain in his hand, and it went numb! Then he dropped his pistol.
Before he reacted, the pain mounted up and he made a sudden loud cry, "nooo! Please don't punish me like this! It's so painful! Nooo!" What had Minteh done? Could he now knock someone off without him touching them?
"I told you never to point your gun in my direction; and what did you do? You didn't take time to remember the instructions!", Minteh said, looking at the sheriff groaning in pain. "Please, don't leave me in this state! Please!," the sheriff pleaded.
Minteh drew closer to him and he touched his wrist, unblocking his numbed nerves. "Consider it the last warning! And take your deputy to the hospital before he bleeds out!," he instructed as he moved towards his peugeot.
The scattered gathering had now re-gathered and murmurings had started, "how can he just walk away after doing all that?" "Isn't he gonna be punished?" "Is he above the law?" Then one of them asked them, "before we come to the accountability, have you seen how easily he evaded the bullets?" "He was just lucky! It grazed him! If it were on target, he would be dead!," someone replied him. "What of the first one? Was it also luck?," the other man retorted. "Did you see how he magically controlled sheriff's hand and he dropped the gun?!," another man wondered.
"That's not magic! That's martial arts!," some man, standing at a distance interrupted. "But the biggest question should be, has Minteh became a master, or a grandmaster?," the man asked, unsure if he was asking the right people.
In the martial arts universe, there are different levels and warriors cultivate their powers and graduate to different levels like, from discipline to young master, to master, to grandmaster, then divine master, and so on.
While in his peugeot, Minteh was interrupted by a loud ringing of his cellphone. He picked and the caller asked, "how many times will you defy my instructions? We are mourning, and you're seeking trouble! Come home!" Before Minteh could react or respond, the caller hung up.
"I am coming old man!," Minteh replied to the cellphone, before putting in the key and ignited the engine.
Then, he pressed hard on the accerelator and drifted away at high speed.
"What is this boy with over speeding?," an old man asked as he stared at Minteh's car vanishing in the dusty road.
A young man, seemingly in his twenties, came out from the old bungalow and squatted down, and examined the body of the old man, killed by Minteh. He let out a heavy sigh before declaring, "this is far from over! Minteh, I am coming for you!"