In the vast forest grounds of Crstine City, a car came to a halt. Clad in a neat and clean black suit, a man in his late forties exited; his expression was one of dissatisfaction. It was none other than Mr. Krazos; everyone following him collectively suited the title, 'The Krazos.'
"I just have to get rid of that old bitch… You. Come here." He instructed one of his men. Currently, the poor fella was shivering under his domineering gaze. There was something about his presence that made his hair stand.
"What would you do if I tell you I've got your sweet little wife in my hold?" His eyes sparked—evidence he was definitely enjoying tormenting his men.
"Anything, boss!" The man didn't even flinch before he stood and delivered. There wasn't any room to hesitate, naturally.
