My Secret Life's

Chapter 234: WHO IS YOUR BOSS?

"Master, the prisoner of the mutants. Look at!" report the supervisor, making a man lying on a white sofa open his eyes, then get up while stretching the neck joints.

"Give the most delicious food and drinks for an appetizer!" tell the man with his hands to cover the mouth that evaporates.

"Ready, sir." replied the Supervisor to get out of his seat, then walked out of the operating room of the system.

The departure of the supervisor, made Justin wake up from his place to enjoy a beautiful dream. Then step foot closer to the table where there is a laptop that lights up. Just walk ten steps until his hand shifts the chair. Then sit with one arm.

"Huft, it's so good for your life. Even after all the evil you've done to destroy Queen's life, you've still been given a chance to breathe. I can't wait to slash the meat, my dagger won't be disappointed to taste....,"

Chequek!

The door opened without warning, causing Justin to stop his mess. The narrowed-eyed gaze stared at the creature that was now standing in the doorway with resolute eyes. Both hands hid behind the pockets of the pants and the cold expression froze the atmosphere.

"Big master, are you here?" Justin woke up, then bowed half as a greeting of respect.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

"Who's your boss?" Mr. Luxifer approached his right hand and stopped in front of the man leaving a distance of two meters.

Justin straightened his body while giving a sincere smile. "Queen Asfa Luxifer, Grand Master of Luxifer, Young Master Alvaro Caesar."

Mr. Luxifer took out both of his hands, then clapped three times. "Well, my daughter's position is more important. Do you know the consequences?"

"Master knows right. My responsibility is to protect Queen and help her every job. For me Queen is the best boss, trust, honesty, her plans, all the things Miss Angel has no doubt about." Justin turned his eyes toward the still-lit laptop featuring a room containing a prisoner. "Including giving the enemy time to breathe."

Mr. Luxifer's gaze followed where Justin's direction diverted attention. The touch of the eyeball grew as soon as he saw a man enjoying the frustration of being locked in a narrow room.

"Hmmm. Why don't you just say it frankly?" Mr. Luxifer glanced towards Justin, while the one who was stared at let out a long sigh.

"Master, your daughter is very special. His one command was enough to sedate the entire Phoenix Mafia. While I'm only one person, how do I dispute the Queen?" justin's back asking, suddenly made Mr. Luxifer pat her on the shoulder with a small ruckus.

"It's even being played." Justin protested casually.

"Stay loyal to my daughter! I'm happy and calm because you've always supported Asfa without ever complaining." said Mr. Luxifer after stopping his laughter.

Justin nodded in understanding, Queen is indeed your beloved daughter, and also the dream leader of everyone under the auspices of the Phoenix Mafia, but to me Asfa is the sweetest sister in the entire world. Don't worry, I'm ready to sacrifice my life for my dear sister's safety."

"I know that, when did the usurper come to punish the prisoner?" asked Mr. Luxifer to shift their subject.

Justin glanced at the corner of the laptop where the number was nine in the morning. "Nine hours from now. If it's late, maybe fifteen hours from now."

"Did Asfa say punishment for his captive this time?" ask Mr. Luxifer.

"No, the Queen just wants the captives to keep breathing. Are you going to start warming up?" ask Justin back with a smirk that changes his facial expression to be more sad.

"Why not, has the dish been prepared?" Mr. Luxifer took off two buttons in his shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

Justin's hand was followed by Mr. Luxifer's eye, where from the laptop screen the iron door opened, then a bodyguard walked in with a wave of his hand. Two other bodyguards entered the narrow room by pushing the trolley table over which were several stainless service hoods.

"Do you prepare breakfast for the prisoners?" Mr. Luxifer raised one eyebrow when the saji hood on the trolley table was still perfectly closed.

Without answering, Justin took his phone from his pants pocket, then dialed a number that turned out to be connected to the third earphones of the bodyguard in the prisoner's room. "Open the morning meal!"

Some moments stunned by what was presented, Mr. Luxifer smirk developed perfectly. "Perfects."