My Dangerous Boy's

Part 86 - The Secret Room (4)

"You! Fuckin' shit!" rutuk Zavier and grimaced pain, before his feet kicked both legs Aron to make the man immediately fall with his face that hit the floor.

"What the ****!" ringis Aron stroked his nose. He nodded slowly and tried to get up from the floor.

Zavier stared at Aron with an increasingly violent gaze, making the man inevitably stare at him as well. Aron gritted his teeth furiously. "You!" pekiknya did not accept and spontaneously he woke his body that was weakly sprawled earlier.

"What!" sahut Zavier with a bang. He raised both eyebrows up, a sign that he did not care at all about all the swearing issued by Aron endlessly.

Feel it, male basis *****!

"I will definitely tell Shella about your work later," Aron said and moved forward one step towards Zavier. He stared intently at the man, growling loudly. Both hands on his sides clenched tightly, revealing his white knuckles.

"You're threatening me?" ask Zavier. His emotions just went up to the crown. He gritted his teeth again.

"Yes. Once I tolerate your attitude towards Shella, it doesn't mean that I can keep your secret forever. Zavier, you don't even know anything about that woman at all" Aron said, pressing his tone on each syllable.

Zavier smiled scornfully. He took one step towards Aron, making their distance only one meter left. "Why? What do I not know about Shella? After all, who are you that dares to challenge me like that?"

Aron spontaneously kneads his temple. He gulped his saliva violently, before glancing back at the man. "You still can't hide your work, Zavier. Shella will know it someday. If you want to be a good boyfriend, you should also stay away from that bad job."

"What! You swear me? And wait, are you advising me now?"

"I'm speaking the truth."

"I'm even more sure if you just swore at me, *******!"

Just as Aron was about to refute Zavier's words, a ruffled voice with a tormented tone rang out across there. That made Zavier and Aron immediately turn to the origin of the voice in astonishment.

It did not take long, Zavier immediately realized that this room not only contained himself and Aron, but there were some men who were also sitting in the corner of the room. Errata, not sitting, but tied up horribly in the seat.

Oh, my...

Meanwhile, the man sitting in the middle looked even more miserable. His two eyes were swollen, his nose was continuously bleeding endlessly, let alone seeing some incision wounds that were on his arms and on his legs. Ah, don't forget about some of the gunshot holes that were clearly imprinted on his tightly bound palm. Zavier is very confident that Aron still has not issued a bullet lodged in the hand.

Ugh. It turns out that Aron is cruel.

Zavier could still see the bloated eyes blinking a few times, seemingly trying to focus his gaze towards her. And before long, he could see the forehead wrinkles imprinted on that face vaguely. The crazy man chuckled softly.

He could also still hear the sound of the ruckus sounding gradually more tormented. Even their mouths seemed to have been closed by using black duct tape many times.

Oh, gosh...

"They're who?" zavier asked and turned towards Aron curiously. The resentment that had slipped in his heart immediately ventured into the air and disappeared just like that.

Aron cleared his throat for a moment, then smiled slanted towards the men. "My hard work. Hows it? I managed to capture 3 men from the man who attacked you these few days," he said with eyes filled with a twinkle of pride. Maybe he was proud because he had managed to catch 3 people alone.

The corner of Zavier's mouth twitched faintly. "How did you catch them? Or wait, are the people who shot me this morning them?"

That seemingly heavily forced laughing voice rang out, making both Aron and Zavier turn back towards the man who was being tied up in the middle. It looked like the man was laughing at Zavier's words just now, making his brain instantly heat up.

"Well, the man sitting in the middle is the culprit" Aron said calmly. "You can finish him off, but don't let him die."

Zavier raised next to his brows in interest. "Of course I don't want him to die first. Shouldn't we enjoy the pain first before meeting the angel who took his life?"

Aron chuckled softly, confirming Zavier's words just now. His hand then moved to reach the gun he had hidden behind his waist, and, unexpectedly by Zavier, Aron pulled the trigger and fired a bullet at the man.

Dor.

One bullet managed to adorn the man's calf, making him instantly groan in pain.