His Lord Justin Kimberly

Chapter 129:

“Damn it, damn it, bunch of useless bastards!” A booming voice shattered the quiet air in the room. Then, a rough hand swept everything off the table onto the floor, causing papers, vases, landline phones, teapots to shatter and scatter into a chaotic mess.

“A bunch of people like that, a bunch of hired guns with state-of-the-art weapons, and still couldn’t do a damn thing to one man. You’re all useless. I spent so much money hiring you for what!?” It was a middle-aged man, his face contorted with rage and contempt. His eyebrows furrowed tightly together, every wrinkle on his face squeezed together, every muscle tensed to the maximum, his anger boiling to where his face turned red, chest heaving violently, breaths coming in ragged, chaotic bursts. And that man was none other than Laramie.

Before him were two men kneeling, one being his assistant and the other a muscular man, tattoos covering both arms, neck, and legs. He had piercings in his nose, ears, lips, chin, and eyebrows. That