"I can start a war if I want to. And I am willing to sacrifice lives if I can get the revenge my father deserves." He acknowledged with an impassive look on his face.
His friends looked at him straight in the eyes and nodded. "We will get him, don't worry," Jake whispered who stood up and went to place his hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know what he wanted from my dad. But he marked his death the day he killed him." John's eyes fill with anger and resentment.
"I am sorry," Jake murmured, feeling hurt to see his friend that way.
"Do you think he had any reason to do what he did?" The last boy who remained silence for all the conversation asked.
"We're not sure he did it." Jake rectified.
But King John shrugged, "I will kill him anyway, just in case."
They all shared a common laugh as if they expected to receive such an answer from him.
"Let's go now, guys." Jake gestured to his friends, they got up and smiled at John before they walked out.
