My Dangerous Boy's

Part 94 - He Beat Me

"Shella is in danger" said Zavier with a face that turned deathly pale.

Aron who heard that instantly slightly rewinded his body towards the back. "How come? Where'd you know that?"

Zavier's eyes became gleaming with vengeance as he squeezed the phone he was holding firmly, no longer caring whether the flattened object would break again allowing him to buy a new one.

The only thing he was currently thinking about was, revenge. How dare they take Shella as a form of his weak point and for the sake of making his entire reputation destroyed.

In the next second, his phone suddenly rang very loudly, indicating that there was a phone that had just entered. After seeing the caller's name, without any more ba-bi-bu Zavier picked up the phone and

put the phone to his ear.

"Just go. Don't mince words anymore" Zavier said coldly, allowing Aron to feel his apartment becoming tense and as cold as the north pole.

It sounded like the sound of a breath hunting across the street, as if the man had just finished a marathon, before Jason's baritone could be heard.

"All the bodyguards devoted to guarding Shella's house have been attacked by several people until they collapsed on the ground, sir."

Unknowingly, Zavier spontaneously gritted his teeth furiously. He clenched one of his hands until his fingers looked white, while his brown eyes moved through the view from the glass of the apartment. That made Aron shudder a little to his horror at his wrath, though he did not know for sure what Zavier was talking about with the caller.

The man then moved his phone away, then glanced at Aron. "I'm sure that Frankenstein has taken Shella away" he said, gritting his teeth furiously.

Zavier could see Aron's face turning pale, before he brought his ears closer to the phone. "Is that all the news you want to tell me?"

A split second later, Zavier could hear a voice of doubt from across the street, leaving him frowning in wonder. "Jason? What's up?" ask again.

"Yes... Where is the master? Are you still inside Aron's apartment?"

The voice filled with uneasiness and doubt made Zavier nod his head once, completely forgetting that Jason could not see his movements. Then, when he woke up, he immediately replied.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Actually, Sir. Not only the guards around Shella's house were sprawled, but so were the bodyguards who stood guard next to Aron's apartment building. Look to the side of the building."

Zavier widened his eyes. He spontaneously looked towards the side of the building where he had put some of the guards, then he could find some foreigners who had replaced them. Goddamnit!

step out."

Hearing that, Zavier cursed in annoyance. He stared intently at the several black-clothed men, and it turned out, it was true what Jason said. They appear to have firearms in their hands.

If this was the case, how could he himself go to the rescue

Sheila? ******** that Frankenstein!

"Okay, thanks for the information. I'm gonna hang up now" said Zavier, then as he said

turn off the phone unilaterally.

However, in the next second, the man suddenly took a breath after noticing something. Okay, since when did he become so friendly to his subordinates? 

Usually Zavier would hang up without making any further small talk. But, in contrast to now, he even had time to say 'Good, thank you for the information.'

Oh, mercy. He himself still could not believe this. Zavier is one hundred percent sure that Jason is just as confused as he is.

"Aron," called Zavier and turned towards the man, making Aron just blink full of questions.

"Yes?"

Zavier suddenly grinned and kept his phone in his pants pocket. "I'll kill you, goddamn it!" screech, making Aron more confused and jerked in shock.

Yea? What happened to Zavier today?

Zavier stepped towards the sofa that Aron was sitting on, then sat down next to Aron. He looked at the man with a meaningful look.

It did not take long for Aron to think for a moment, a kick landed on his stomach and immediately made him stray backwards. The man coughed and stared at Zavier in disbelief, before Aron could feel a deadly kick landing on his stomach again.

"Zavier! You're crazy!" aron screeched, making Zavier increasingly kicked Aron's body brutally until the man fell from the sofa with his buttocks kissing the floor.

"Yes, I'm crazy! I want to kill you now!" zavier said with a slanted smile, before he got off the couch and beat Aron mercilessly.