t.w: murder
CHAPTER NINE
MANJIRO SANO
“Fucking fucktards!” I screamed hard and throwed my luxurious watch.
I kept on walking back and forth in front of my men. They were all shivering in so much fear.
Suddenly, Rindou and the rest of my men arrived, panting and full of sweat.
“Did you... managed to chase... her?” I asked, full of hopes.
Damn it, I have a lot of words to say with her, and because of that stupid Marcia, everything vanished?! Fuck! I really regret putting her here.
Rindou shook her head. “No, and a fucking bad news, she was hit... by a car...”
My eyes grew wider the moment I've heard what he said.
“W-What the fuck?” I asked, almost a whisper.
“Boss, someone... someone carried her. An anonymous guy wearing a grey suit!”
I immediately pointed my gun on him and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. “Don't fucking shout at me, bastard.“ I stated. He stumbled on the tiled floor, dead.
I can literally see horror on my men's face, but they doesn't put an act, they're too afraid to be my gun's next victim.
“Who the fuck was that man, Rindou?”
Rindou walked towards me and whispered something that made my fists turned into balls.
“Those fuckers...” I gritted my teeth and walked away.
Rindou was following me together with Takeomi and Kakucho. I was holding my gun and shooting my useless men who can't even do their job properly. Loud gun shots filled my whole place. The three men behind me doesn't care and were just walking confidently.
“Listen fucks, chase those fuckers, even if it's in the depths of hell, this is an order, from me.”
I can feel them nodding their heads.
A man, slightly on his thirties, came running to me on rush and tried to touch my suit. But I hurriedly pointed my gun on his forehead and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
He fell down, forehead bleeding, dead.
Takeomi even kick the man on its waist.
“Clean this mess, now.” I stated and walked towards my office.
The moment I came in, I freaking throwed all my things in the table, causing my office to go on a messy one.
I wanted to scream but I can't. Fuck everything! Fuck Lou Siév!
“Kanji Igume... I won't freaking let this slide. I'll fucking kill you, I'll risk everything just to fucking end your useless damn life...”
I plopped myself on my recliner chair and stared at my messy office. Time to play.
I grab the mini phone on my table and called someone to clean my office.
Clean? The fuck, let's bathe this fucking office with more blood.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my office door. A small smirk appeared on my lips. “Come in.”
A man, from his twenties came in with an expressionless face.
“What can I do for you, boss?”
I didn't answered and just stared at him. He wasn't reacting and just staring at my face also. I curse mentally. Damn, of all men huh?
“Clean this mess.”
I change my mind. This fucker won't even budge on my helling stares, so how can I freaking enjoy my little game?
“Ugh, damn it! Now I'm fucking annoyed, get out!” I shouted out of frustration.
“But I'm not yet done—”
I pointed my gun on him. “Leave.”
He just nodded and even shrugged his shoulders. “‘Inang ‘yan, tarantado talaga kahit kailan.”
My eyes grew wider. Did he just speak a foreign language?
“Oi, wait.”
He gradually stopped. “What's the matter, boss?“
“Who are you, huh?” I asked, forehead crease.
He gave me a smirk and lick his lower lip. “Ishikawa Kenji.” his eyebrows furrowed and even crossed his arms.
I chuckled and put my gun on the table. “So you're Nana's younger brother, from Philippines? You brat, when did you came here?”
“Uh, last week lang.”
“What?”
“Last week po.”
“Speak Japanese you little fuck!”
“Last week!”
“Don't fucking shout at me!”
“Sumisigaw ka din e!”
I harshly grab my gun from the table and pointed it at him again.
“Okay okay! Hindi na sisigaw. Just put the gun down.”
“Who the fuck are you to command me, huh? I'm your fucking boss.”
“Younger brother nga ni Nana!”
I pulled the trigger and shoot the tiled floor, but he didn't even budge, instead, the little fuck gave me a wide smirk.
“You're really amazing... damn it.”
“Kenji, from now on, just stick on me. You'll be the temporary Nana, for now.”
“What's my brother doing in the Philippines?”
“Secret Mission.”
“Ah, to get rid of Lou Siév?”
I shook my head. “No, other than that.”
“Uh, so to get rid of Fran?”
Damn it.
“Stop asking.”
“Okay, so to get rid of Kanji and his folks?”
I tilted my head and gave him a smirk. “10 billion points for you, Kenji. Bingo.”
