Ixora Girl Bang Bule
Chapters. 133. White Powder Reaction

Three men wearing black black jackets continued to step into the door of the mysterious building. The gate guard officer had him tricked and then he drugged, then put to bed at his guard post.

The three of them would take away his stolen goods that were still being kept by his Boss.

“We take some and our Boss love one only.” Say one of the men while walking settles the precipitate and tiptoed so as not to cause sound even though they are all now only barefoot alias not to wear shoes or sandals so that the steps are not vocalizing.

“Iya, I also suspect we will not be loved if not take it ourselves.” The other saut.

“Iya most let Boss, strong and youthful by yourself. Our cheaters who are tired and full of risks will not be given the results.” Add the other one.

“Luckily I brought that space key.” Speak to the man who walks ahead.

The three of them continued to enter the building, now the three of them were near the door of the building. Only one person stood in front of the door and two others stood some distance away while keeping watch, even though the gatekeeper was already drugged.

A moment later the door of the building was already open, one person went inside and two others followed along in an alert mode.

The three of them continued to step towards the mysterious room where their Boss kept the item they stole yesterday. The three of them wanted to be strong and young.

Slowly one of them unlocked the mysterious room door. And a moment later the door opened and it looked dark inside the room.

The three of them began to enter the room in turns one by one. And the latter closed the door of the mysterious room slowly. The room was left dark They didn't turn on the lights in the room. One of them uses a flashlight that is dimly lit to help make the light go to the closet.

“You know the place where the Boss keeps his?” ask one of them who walked after the man who was carrying a flashlight.

“Know for sure in that closet. You don't be noisy.” Answer the man who walked the front and his hand carried a small flashlight whose light was only dim.

“Did you bring the key?” ask one of them again.

“Already said do not be noisy still chatty.” Reply to the man carrying the flashlight in an annoyed tone.

“Respond yes or not only you are also noisy and chatty.” Said the man who asked. But suddenly his head was pulled by another friend who did not bring a flashlight that had been just silently walking along the back.

A moment later the person carrying the flashlight was already in front of the closet in the corner of the room.

The man carrying the flashlight opened the closet with a duplicate key. And not long after that the closet door opened. The man highlighted the contents inside the closet with his small flashlight.

“Ha... Ha... true is here.” Say it while laughing.

“Quick take, here I help bring. We leave one for Boss.” Say one of the men behind the man carrying the flashlight.

“Iya.” The man carrying the flashlight while his right hand picked up a test tube and his left hand was still holding the flashlight while highlighting the contents inside the closet.

And arrived....

BYARS..

KOMPEYANG .. TARRR

The test tube that was being taken by the man who carried the flashlight fell and broke, the white powder powder inside the test tube fell scattered on the floor.

“What are you doing?!” the heavy voice of a very familiar man in the ears of the three of them.

The three of them looked towards the voice. And he saw a middle-aged, fat man with a distended stomach wearing a pajama striped shirt. Stand near the light switch.

The three men shocked her to three times. It was a shock that arrived the lights were lit and then shock arrived there was the Boss, then, what was none other than the Mysterious Master and the third shock was that the door of the room remained closed and the three of them did not hear any sound of the door opening.

“Master why did you arrive in this room?” ask one of them.

“You haven't answered my question!” snapped the heavy voice of the fat man.

“We just make sure the goods goods are still safe.” The man who carried the key and flashlight while his hands were still shaking with fear.

“You even made the item fall apart fortunately only one fell and broke. “ Shouted the fat man with bulging eyes looking at the white powder scattered on the floor.

“Clean now, and collect! that's what you do for you. You guys split for three. For the fair!” The man's orders grew so thick that he took three pieces of paper hvs on his desk and he gave one of his men, to place white powder the three of them

The three men in black jackets immediately squatted down and scrambled to collect white powder that had been spilled on the floor, they scrambled to get more powder than others. While the man who grew lush sat in his chair to watch his three men who were busy scrambling.

“Don't forget that glass glass is also cleaned!” the male commandment grows up that thick.

“Good Mr.” They answered in unison and for a moment their eyes stared at the carpet that lay under the boss's chair and there was a pillow.

“Bos keep up with sleeping on the floor.” Mumbled them inwardly while continuing to work.

But it arrived.

One of them started scratching his hand. And a moment later his two friends also started scratching his hand.

“Kok itches ya my hand.” Mumbled one of them. And not long after that he also scratched the sole of his foot.

“Yes, feet also start to itch.” Said the other and because it was so not strong he was no longer squatting but he sat down, sitting his ass on the floor while scratching his feet and hands repeatedly. Two other friends also followed her way of sitting.

The boss frowned seeing his three men sitting on the floor scratching their feet and hands. The behavior of the three of them is like a monkey who is scratching. For a long time they also scratch his butt scratches maybe because they sit on the floor until the powder gets into the buttocks through the pore of the fabric of his pants or the effect of the powder has gone inside body and following blood flow.

“Master what floor of this space was never mopped correctly?” ask one of them while still scratching the scratching part of his body that itches.

“Do not know you just ask the cleaning officer service.” Answer the fat man who is still sitting in the chair.

“That's his wages you guys want to take without my permission. You think I'm a fool not keeping a very useful item to make me ageless despite being old ha... Ha... Ha...” The voice and laughter of the fattening boss who was pleased to think his men itchy was not the effect of the Ixora study but the effect of contamination with floor dust.