Chapter Fifty Five

Morning, inside a forest located in the country, there's a small wooden house built there with guards surrounding it.

Inside the wooden house, sat an elderly man, counting a mini bag of cocaine along with a few of his guards.

The wooden house is the old man's secret hideout in the forest, where he carries out all his secret and diabolical plans, without the government suspecting him.

"Nothing should happen to any of them. Make sure they're intact," He ordered his guards.

His guards listened to him, checking the mini cocaine bags for any leakage on it. When they see none, they toss it into a big basket.

The old man took one of the bags, tore it open and sniffed the contents. He laughs out hysterically after taking it inside his system.

"That's the stuff. It's very good!" He chanted loudly, taking in more through his nostrils and into his body system.

Just as he was doing that, a huge guard came in to see the old man. "Don Giovanni, we've brought them. When do we start the operation?" T