I threw my fist at the guy in front of me so many times that it made his face unrecognizable. I did it over and over again, punching, kicking, slapping. This guy's one of the jerks who've been using my company's money and has been MIA for a year.
I let out a sigh as the man on the floor vomited, and my clothes and hands were already covered in blood. I lost interest somewhere in the middle, though. I left him and asked George to take care of it.
I left the room and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I breathe in all the nicotine, and my shirt is already covered in blood. I was positive that I'd filled the room with my pheromones, but I couldn't smell them at all.
When I looked up, I noticed the sky was almost dark, which put me in a better mood. I glanced at my phone, it's almost dinnertime. I'm sure Shiloh is waiting for me.
"Boss, our stuffs has arrived." Shin tapped me on the shoulder, and he had a phone in his hand. He must've had an important call a minute ago.
