**The following chapter include scene that is not appropriate for readers below 19 years old. Read with caution.***
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They got away.
The thought burned into his mind like an acid being poured onto him. It scalded his soul and he let out a roar of anger.
His fist began to move. Quick, heavy, and painful. The pleas of the man hanging from the rafters were unheard. So was the blood that had started to coat his fist.
The men inside the warehouse flinched when flesh started hitting flesh. Their boss was someone never to be messed with.
He gave orders, it needed to be carried out. If not…
"Pluseee…"
The rest of his words were drowned by the pool of blood forming from his broken teeth. His nose, they were guessing, was beyond repair. The man's eyes were also full of cuts.
Still their boss continues.
Hit by hit, his muscles began to relax. The feel and the sound of his damage was slowly draining the rage out of him.
