"Don't blame us; you're the ones who went against the boss. If you chose to seek death, you can only blame yourselves."
A muscular man with a cigarette clenched in his teeth said viciously, then gestured with his hand.
The subordinates immediately fetched burlap sacks, stuffing the couple inside. They attached a few weights to the sack and then hurled it into the Sacramento River with force.
Once the splash and ripples faded, the two sacks didn't resurface; sooner or later, they sank to the riverbed.
"Boss, why has the boss been in such a hurry to demolish those old buildings lately? This is already the third time this month we've gotten rid of those who dare to stand against him. If this goes on, it's hard to say our actions won't be discovered," a muscular man couldn't help but ask.
"Fool, some things shouldn't be questioned. The boss has his plans; we just need to follow through. You wouldn't want to be the ones sinking into the river someday, right?"
