SECRETLY THE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS!

YOU ASKED FOR DEATH

And that voice… he had heard that voice before. He couldn't say for sure, but he knew that voice was somewhat familiar.

The men stared at Byron with a

bloodthirsty look.

They had made sure this place was unrecognizable for the cops and even to anyone who might probably be in search of them.

The old cars, the grass and the emptiness was enough to tell that this warehouse has long been abandoned even if in reality it was just a disguise to get the cops and other enemies off their back.

“Seems you're going to be a lesson to others! Then perhaps, in your next life you'd learn to read notices before getting into places like this!”

Byron listened in silence as the one with the familiar face spoke. However, before they could continue, there was a thunderous sound of footsteps. A hefty group of thugs armed with machetes and long rods rushed in.

Byron chuckled. “Are they here to join the fun as well?” He stated calmly.

They all laughed. “Asshole! You dare intrude in our privacy and still h