Mafia Boy's Secret

S2. Letterbox

Dozens of bodies were lying on the floor with pools of blood filling the castle floor. The floor, which was supposed to be pure white, had instead turned blood red.

The man standing in front of the corpses, was silent with a blank look and was still holding the weapon in both hands. Behind him was still a man who was still enduring the pain all over his body, and was unceasingly shouting until it made his voice almost run out. And filled in another, there was Andre, Jordan, and Grissham who just watched from behind and watched the anger of a Husband who was abandoned by his Wife.

Marcel suddenly bent his body and touched the blood under his feet with the index finger of his right hand, then again gulped his body. The blood stuck to the end of the car, he rubbed at the end of both his pistol. There is no meaning to what Marcel did, he only gave blood to the murderer (His prison).

"Bring my dogs into their room, and drag the food there. Let them eat everything without exception!" marcel ordered, then turned around and stepped towards the man tied to the chair.

His subordinates and guards began to carry all the dogs, and also slashed at each of the headless corpses.

Marcel stared intently at the man who was full of blood all over his body, and that very pale face even made Marcel smile on his side. The man who killed dozens of people with his own hands, and only wore a flat expression like he did nothing. He even smiled slanted when he saw Bryan who looked very tortured in front of him.

"What's wrong? are you getting tired of that thing?" marcel asked while tilting his head. But Bryan could not answer a word, nor move his body even a little.

"Jordan, what time is it?" marcel asked Jordan, without taking his eyes off Bryan.

Jordan quickly looked at his watch, and replied. "It's 12 p.m., sir."

"12 nights? that means there's still 5 or 6 hours until this thing stops, right? Hm.... How about we have a drink first? I'm getting tired of this job" Marcel suggested.

"Let me tell the waiter to prepare the drink" Andre said.

"You're very sensitive, Andre~ go and don't forget to take the chair for the three of you."

It didn't take long, Andre came back with the waiters who brought him some bottles of wine and whiskey. They also arranged tables and chairs right in front of Bryan, then sat on the chairs that had been provided.

Just as Andre wanted to pour whiskey into Marcel's glass, Marcel suddenly held it in and took the whiskey bottle. "Allow me to pour it into your glass."

Andre and Jordan were very surprised by the words that ran out of Marcel's own mouth, instead of answering they both even looked at each other.

"Do it!" cetus Grissham who started earlier did not speak.

Marcel only smiled faintly when he heard Grissham's reply, He poured the whiskey into the Grisst glass and followed it to Andre and Jordan's glass.

"No need to hesitate, just think of it as a night like a friend instead of your master" Marcel said as he placed the whiskey bottle on the table, after filling his glass.

Marcel suddenly raised his glass and said, "Let's toast~" with a happy-looking face.

The three men felt strange about Marcel's attitude, but they were silent and raised their glasses just like Marcel, then stuck the ends of their glasses together. The sound of the fourth glass of the Man, fused with the sound of the device torturing Bryan and the Man's scream.

After drinking a little whiskey, Jordan suddenly remembered something and he immediately put his glass next to it, then said. "Sir, I found Mrs Carmelia's gun."

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