"Someone's here, I heard," said one of the armed men, and it was also painful that Mendoza was already attached to the branch of the tree.
Mendoza was sweating as he couldn't hold the branch of the tree longer. He slowly went to another branch and sat down. He was gasping for breath while looking upwards to the window where the armed men were.
"That was close," he uttered while chasing his breath.
"I thought it was my end," Mendoza said to himself as his sweat continued to drip down his face. He slowly slides down from the tree and slowly steps on the lawn. He was about to walk when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder, which is why he stopped and stiffened due to nervousness. He raised his hands as he surrendered himself from the armed men.
"It's me, Mr. Mendoza," he immediately tu
