Kenzo was having a breakdown. Of all the people I can offend, I offend Mr. Howe’s boss? He froze up for a moment. “Wait a minute. Mr. Howe has a boss?” But the top dogs of the underworld in Solaris are Jarett Cole and the Seven Legends. Baron is one of the latter. There’s no way he has a boss.

Baron heard his mutterings, and he kicked Kenzo again. “The f*ck are you talking about? Of course I have a boss! And he’s right here!”

Kenzo’s legs turned to jelly, and he plopped down onto the ground. He stared ahead, his eyes glossed over, as if something had sucked the soul out of him.

Baron turned to Kingsley. “So what do you want to do with him, boss? Why don’t we bury him alive?” After he buried Scarface alive, Baron realized that this was an efficient way of dealing with troublesome characters. Killing someone would always soil the whole place with blood, and they would have to dispose of the body too. Compared to that, burying someone alive was a lot better.

Kenzo heard that conversation. He shivered, and a stream of warm liquid flowed down his pants. The guy wet his pants. Baron was the king of Cleapolis’ underworld boxing, and he was infamous even in Diosna. Killing a person or two was nothing for him. Kenzo knew that he was not joking. “Please, no!” He crawled over to Baron, crying. “Don’t kill me, Mr. Howe! Please don’t kill me!”

Baron smelled the stench of urine, and he kicked Kenzo away in disgust. “F*ck off! You think you can get away after you get on Mr. Nicholson’s bad side?”

mercy on me!” He remembered what Kingsley wanted him to do, and he added,

did

Mr. Nicholson! Thank you for sparing me!” He banged his head on the ground as hard as he could, as if he got a second

lackeys knelt as well, crying and

us too,

were just doing what Kenzo

didn’t do anything besides robbing someone and insulting

silence, and he sneered. “I never did say I

heads against the ground, thanking Kingsley for showing

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