Lady Rose, His Lover
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After a serious conversation between the two gallant men. As a result, here they are. In the basement, where one of the intruders they managed to capture is being held.

That means, it's been almost two weeks since that incident. Ben and Relly had been trying to get the guy to open his voice, but still there was no information they could get.

Though they are still conscience by wanting to treat gunshot wounds in both legs. Ben ordered his men to take out the bullets lodged in the pair of legs. Treating like a human.

However, because the person did not want to be invited to work together, Ben returned to his cruel mode. Only there was the goodness he had. After that, Ben didn't let the leg heal. It doesn't matter if his feet get rotten and misshapen.

Rest assured! Ben will take his life when his patience runs out.

Baz's goal was to meet him earlier, because he wanted to ask Ben for permission to meet the intruder. After all, Baz still knew manners and rules. He was a guest there, so in order to enter certain places, he needed the permission of his host.

Baz was curious about the intruder's figure. Maybe there was something he could dig out of him. Although Ben himself was not sure, because he had already tried to do so. Repeatedly.

Once down the stairs, the unpleasant aroma began to smell. The lack of air there, has made the chest feel tight plus the piercing nose. Along with the cold and humid air that is uncomfortable.

A guard leads Ben and Baz in. Lead them to the holding room at the end of the hall. And so Baz can see the results of Ben's atrocities, from the people detained there.

More or less, they are the same!

Baz would treat her the same way, if her anger threshold was colonized. Betrayal, rebellion, intruders, captured enemies, all of them could not be guaranteed his safety by Baz.

There, in his native country, but. Because Baz is also the head of a mafia gang, if you forget.

Tek~!

“Please, Master!” The man had just unlocked the lock, the iron bars where the intruder was being held.

Santer the pungent scent of the intruder's body, was getting used to it in Baz's nose. So he was not disturbed at all. He follows Ben who sits on a single sofa. It was facing off against the intruder being chained. Baz stood by his side.

“Wake him!” ben's orders are indifferent. He leaned in a lazy style.

Apparently, the intruder whose appearance is no longer because it is kneeling while closing its eyes. He could not lay down, his hands and feet connected to the chains on the wall. So, to fall asleep, he just let his head stumble with a sitting position.

Ben refuted his chin with one hand, which propped up onto the armrest, on the sofa. A crimson sofa that looks worn.

Of course, the definition of ‘waking’ here, is not to inflate someone in a normal way. He was not called or shouted at by the name of the man until he woke up and opened his eyes.

There is a special way to wake the prisoners there. Because, some of them, some are deliberately closing their eyes. Fear of seeing or dealing with Ben in person.

Byur~!

Ben's men, who came again with a bucket of ice water. Not only was the cold piercing, but also the water was mixed with salt. So that when all the liquid is spilled over the body, the sensation obtained is, pain that is very painful.

Cold instantly attacked, piercing all the way to the bone. Pain and pain immediately they feel slashing every remaining wound that has not dried, due to being beaten.

All the painful things are certain, it must have immediately awakened them from the sharpness of the eyes.

“Aarghh…! Hah... hah... hah....!” he screamed in pain and cold. Opened his mouth wide while raising his head. A short breath of shock, he threw it through there.

The intruder then held his head up again. Staring fiercely at the person before him with a trembling and shivering body.

Who else? Of course Ben who looks indifferent, but actually enjoying this moment.

Blue-purple bruises are still visible on some parts of his face. There were scratched wounds on the bulge of his cheek as well. He was still wearing his clothes the last time, when he dared to set his feet there.

All his suffering, he got because he did not want to open his mouth. He kept his master's secret, meeting once.

“Othermore do you want?” his groan while grimacing, enduring pain and soreness all over the body.

His lips trembled, enduring the painful cold. Small chunks of ice, scattered around his legs and knees. Proof that the water is flushed, the cold is not kidding.

“Heh!” Ben sneered cynically. “Not me, but he's the one who will ask you!” ben rolled his eyes to the side. To encode if there is anyone other than himself who is interested.

He refused to ask more questions. Bored, knowing that the person would not be willing to give them even a speck of information.

Ben just waited for when he was caught off guard with the man, then threw him into the sea. To be a food for fish in the open ocean.

As if he had obtained permission, Baz approached. Indeed, almost all the information they have cantongi, at this time. However, they were unable to guess his original purpose. The ultimate goal of all the problems that person causes.

Baz flipped the body of a man with the same hair color as him. Colored brown honey. Obviously, they were from the same race. Not from this country. What the hell is he doing? Until you want to go all the way here!

Looking for something on the intruder's body for Baz to confirm something. Maybe there is a sign that can make it easier to dig deeper information.

And…

“This?!” Baz found a double circle tattoo with a sword pointing up, in the center of the circle. Behind the sword was a shadow of a rose. The tattoo Baz found on the waist to the right of the intruder.

“What's up?” Ben's forehead twitched, his eyebrows wrinkled. He wondered what Baz had found.

“Just like your group, they also use an identifier like this, as an identity,” explained Baz while flicking the smelly clothes up. Show that symbol to Ben.

Ben leaned his body to see more clearly what Baz wanted to show. His eyebrows are furrowing deeper.

“We're more convinced, if that woman is the person behind all this!” Baz took off the clothes he was holding just now violently until the man was pushed away by it.

And instead of feeling persecuted or hurt, the man smiled as his body staggered.

“Heh! What do you expect? You guys want to fight our lady?” The intruder instead showed off a disdainful smile.

“After all... you are all just a doll for the lady! Will be played until miss is satisfied!” With his helplessness alone, the intruder could still grin.

Ben provoked. He woke up from his seat, like a resurrection in the demon king. Although the intruder's gaze started to shake and pushy, he still maintained his guts expression, as he looked at the approaching Ben.

“Say! What was the purpose of the person who told you to?” Ben growling. He pulled the man's clothes with both hands, until the man's body was lifted.

To this day, everything still feels gray to him. Ben must know what the person's goal is, before he continues to make trouble with the group he leads.

How much trouble will he make? Looks like Ben, enough patience!

However, the intruder smiled instead, right in front of Ben's face. “If you are curious.. just ask him directly!”

Seriate…

Patience bang ben, do not be obeyed first,, meet first the same actor

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