Novel & Cerita The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay

The one who was slapped crawled up to his feet and asked, “Boss, why wouldn’t you want the eighty million? If you didn’t want it, you could’ve given it to us!” Smack! The leader slapped him again and kicked him in the gut as well. “Want it? Why in the hell would we want the money? Do you want to live or what? Do you know who he is? “If it weren’t for me, all of us would’ve died right there and then!” Another underling asked, “Boss, who is he?” The leader took a gulp. “You’ve guys heard of what happened back in Valtameri Tower yesterday, right? He’s the cold-blooded killer who chopped two heads off in one slice, and punched a hole into Mr. Ono’s body!

Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth. Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable. The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear. "Open." He coldly ordered her again. Jean then opened her hand. The man whispered right in her ear. "I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused. "So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.

I told him not to touch her that way or I would remove his balls. "Exactly what you think it means. And the boss, is not happy about it."He steps into the light and I see him. I know who he is. Everyone in the city would. Just from the tattoo on his neck, the Grim Reaper. A cutthroat for hire. One who always gets the job done. "You." "Me. Yes, the boss is not happy with how you are handling the situation, and is sending me in." "Fine. What's your price? I will double it." This might be my only out.

“As soon as you texted me, I made a few inquiries about who might have taken a job in Billings. My town. Turns out, the professional hitman who was hired to kill your girl farmed the job out. And to an idiot. Which makes him a fucking idiot.” “A professional hitman gave the job to someone else?” Ink asked. “Yes, he double-booked himself. Apparently, he had a wedding that his girlfriend was demanding he attend. I made it clear that I didn’t appreciate him taking a job in my territory. He said he thought I was retired.” “Aren’t you?” Ink asked. “That doesn’t mean I will allow anyone else to take jobs in my town.” “Did he tell you who he gave the job to?” Saber asked.

Death! No-one did shit like this, and go scot free. I’m merciless drag baron who doesn’t care how he gets money as long as he was comfortable. I wouldn’t let anyone take what was mine. I would destroy that should to the best of my abilities. I couldn’t wait to end him completely. They have beaten the sleeping tiger, and I was awake.

And the line went dead. The doctor shivered as he heard the strong and deep voice of the man he could only hear and see on big screens. He was about to collapse thinking it as a dream when Kyle spoke, pulling his head up after a slap. My boss is the mafia leader who has 4000 murder cases and 24654 black market deals registered in his name. Yet not a single one has been proven to put him behind the bars. You rubbed your nose with the wrong man for the sake of a few bucks because you're a fool. I pity you for your idiosyncrasy and thus I grant you a wish. You will see God going the easiest way.” Kyle took out the revolver and shot him point blank and the man went dead within a second.

Well,tell that to The Boss" said Roger taking another mouthful of his smoke and blowing it towards Tom. Tom ran through his fingers with his thumb, brushed his eye brawls, hardened his fist, hitting the door wide open "Hey boss" he said ignoring the guards around. The Boss was a small man with a very funny looking mustache, always had glasses on, although,he never seemed to need them. He was on his computer, typing very slow and musing every word to himself. "Kill him tomorrow, make it quick and painless" he screamed. "Tom, I didn't see you come in" he continued. There's this dude who feels he could mess with me, I mean, who steals from me, what a mess!" He slams the table.

She'd start her hunt from there, it's time to shake the Underworld again. "You're up, boss" Taylor finally entered, and she turned to look at her. "Get me Lambo" she ordered. "Here" Lambo came in with a smile. "Figured out you might ask for me immediately. The trainee who talked back at Sylvester is dead" she reported. "And where the f**k is Sylvester?" The devil asked. "Always here" the handsome guy replied, walking in with a black hat on his long black jacket. He's the main hitman of the gang.

If I wasn't restrained to this chair then I would kill each and every mother fucker in this room for betting such a low amount on me. “I have heard of him, he has done three jobs for a friend of mine and they were neat, spotless, not even a single evidence. I had tried to hire him too but he was picky with who he worked with, I was rejected in a minute. Seeing him now makes me happy, now he will do our dirty deed for free and I won't even have to pay him” the man in the black suit explained. Joy embedded all over his face from my agony, my pain. I was just a game to these men.

he said And smiled evilly. As if proving his words right we heard many footsteps outside the room. “We are surrounded, judging from their sounds, there seems to be thirty of them.” August said. Mr. M walked towards Dumeny. “Dumeny Ross. I heard you returned recently to the lawless city of slab. You were the hired assassin worked as a lone wolf (It’s a metaphor for someone who works alone). I heard you left your past life behind and joined your family business.” “And…” the guy named Mr. M walked towards me and August.