Trapped in Love Reply to the Revenge of the Mafia

What do you want to die for?

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Zoalva smiled triumphantly as he watched his men carry away the hundreds of human corpses. It was confirmed after this that he would harvest big again.

The man took the suitcase that Reagan had given him. He took the suitcase into his private jet.

Zoalva is back researching her ordered goods.

"Ehem, she's very good at acting. Fortunately I was sensitive," he said. "But how can he make a similar item without being seen if it's fake" he murmured.

I have to do some research. Who knows these items could be a source of profit for me.

Zoalva closed the suitcase and kept it next to where she was sitting. I feel very satisfied today. Where he can kill that many humans and make them his money field.

Zoalva had no remorse for killing these sinful men before God wiped them off the face of the earth. So Zoalva was the first to eliminate those useless humans.

For Zoalva killing is one of the ways she expresses herself against the excitability of her passionate desire. Killing was one way how he satisfied his inner self after seeing the people who betrayed him lying lifeless.

The man went into the base. His steps seemed calm. His face was as ordinary as that, always flat without any expression. Wherever the white she was wearing was drenched with blood due to the splashes of blood that hit her clothes.

"Bring him in" Robin asked

"Okay, sir,"

Reagan's assistant was forcibly withdrawn to enter the base. His condition was terrible, the body was injured, and blood came out of the head due to a blow from Zoalva's men.

Zoalva sat in the chair of the execution, sitting quietly in his hand. In front of him Reagan's assistant was tied to his knees on the ground.

"Bring the girl here" asked Zoalva.

"Okay, sir,"

Robin looked at Zoalva shaking his head. Is Zoalva going to execute Zion as well with his new catch. Or Zion will still be thrown into San's cage.

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Zion squirms, her sleep is like being disturbed because of the calls of some of the men to her.

"What time is it really?" Zion glanced at the watch in her hand. The clock shows at three in the morning.

"Quick Miss," said a big, burly man, pulling Zion's hand to stand up.

"Ck, patient Uncle times. I collect my life first," the girl grumbled back to pull her hand. "Don't pull, I can walk alone" he said annoyed.

Zion's hair is still messy, and at the corner of her lips there is blood that has dried up due to the slap of Zoalva yesterday, until now still feels sore. But want to complain also free, who will help him? The man will torture himself later. Just enjoy, until death pick up and tired with his own.

Zion stood up from her seat. His hands back in handcuffs. The girl snorted in annoyance, she was still sleepy. I don't know what else that guy would show him? Why didn't she just get killed, let her suffer.

Zoalva smiled smirk welcoming Zion's arrival. Yes, Zoalva admits this girl is very beautiful and looks young. When compared to her, their age does look far adrift.

"How are you, little girl?" zoalva asked to welcome Zion. He can't wait to show an action that Zion will remember until later.

"As you can see, sir, I'm fine. It's just can my place be given a pedestal or something. My skin is itching to lie on the ground" replied Zion. Zoalva's men were stunned to hear the girl's answer including Robin.

While Zoalva looked at Zion sharply. "You're ruling me?" The hardship. Why is it that with Zion she can't always control her emotions.

Zion rolled her eyes lazily. "Ck, which part of my speech is ruling over you? I'm just asking not to rule, you're that how the hell? That's why if people talk well, you old man" Zion chirped.

Zoalva immediately gripped the girl's chin firmly and violently. To make Zion cringe in pain. This man in front of him was truly a demon incarnation.

"Whatdidyou say? I'm old?" sharp look.

Zion nodded innocently but a moment later she shook her head when she realized the answer.

Zoalva smiled mockingly. "Like a loss if I kill you fast. What if I kill you slowly? What do you want to die for?" he said while removing the girl's chin.

Zion again cringed. Incredibly the strength of the man, his chin felt sore and must have been slightly injured.

"Just tell me what do you want to die for?" snapped Zoalva pulled Zion's hair from behind.

"Awwwww," for this Zion grimaces. "Take off Master" he rebelled.

But as powerful as it is, a rebellious Zion will not be able to defeat Zoalva's strong and powerful body.

"What do you ask me to die for?" zion's tears were flowing, while Zoalva's hands were still pulling her hair from behind. "I want to die without pain, sir. I want to die peacefully. I, I'm tired of enduring this pain. Can you make this my wish come true?" zion pinta. This is the most fragile point in him, he was hurt inwardly or physically.

Zoalva looked at the pitiful look from Zion's eyes. Fragility gaze. The helpless look. Just this time he saw the girl as if resigned to his life. Though this girl was very brave and even dared to refute his words but now why even look resigned and helpless

"alright. In a moment I'll make your request, "Zoalva let go of the clutches of her hand. Somehow his hand was stretched out rubbing Zion's wet cheek.

"Make him stand there. He must see what true death is" said Zoalva.

John went into the examination room. The man was shocked to see Zion was also inside. In his heart of panic, was it true that Zoalva was going to finish off Zion right now?

"Zo," John walked in.

"Ehem, why?" asked Zoalva while stroking the dagger in her hand

"You're gonna kill him? Didn't you say you'd throw him in San's cage and let San finish him off?" john's son panicked

John looked at Zion for pity. The girl was crying, but it didn't seem like a cry of fear either what cry was certain she was looking down with her body shaking violently.

Zoalva looked at John sharply. From the tone of the man's voice it was heard that he had something on the little girl that he was about to execute.

"It's none of your business, he's mine. I have the right to determine his death" replied Zoalva coldly. Zoalva's hands clenched tightly and his heart began to heat up. Why was he angry when he saw John's unusual gaze on Zion.

Zion raised her gaze, and the gazes of the three of them met instantly. Zion's gaze seemed resigned to death, even the girl did not rebel at all when she was told to stand in front of a furnace that has a large crater. I don't know if he's going to cook in that big crater, he's done it. Life is meaningless no more.

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