Mr. Z CEO Of The Mafia
Severely

"How are things?" asked Zayn who saw his members who worked as doctors had come out.

"The condition is very weak and concerned about king. He was not only physically injured, mentally injured as well. It seems he also often gets injections of other dangerous drugs. Also. "he did not continue his explanation.

"Continue" said Zayn firmly.

"One of his organs is already damaged king. And the others have an impact too. As the kidneys have been damaged everything, even his liver has been exposed to a very deadly poison. If only he could not escape, perhaps he could no longer be saved. This is also to be as it was once very unlikely. The only way is surgery, replacing everything with a new organ" explains the doctor who is already very skilled in his field.

"his brain. His brain didn't happen anything?" ask Zayn.

"For this one nothing happened king. Maybe they just want his brain compared to the rest of his body" replied Aaron, the doctor.

"Do your best for him. He must stay alive in order to avenge himself on the person who made him like this" Zayn explained and left in front of Aaron.

"King why did you bring all these people's bodies?" asked Jeff who showed some bodies that had been separated by his king earlier.

"Give it to Aaron, he knows what they're all for" Zayn replied, followed by Chris behind him.

"Good king" replied Jeff, even though his person was no longer visible.

Zayn had gotten into the car he used to use every time he was in the headquarters, and would change after passing through certain streets to always trick all his clansmen.

"Sir, do you want anything? I want to stop for a moment to seal my stomach which has been very turbulent since earlier" said Chris who had been holding his stomach which was very sick.

Zayn just kept quiet. He did not chim in or make his voice. Zayn knew this was Chris' first experience in this black world. He wanted Chris to be more careful again to be able to withstand all the fear and also the discomfort if he was faced with a situation like this.

"Dion never told you this was my job before I became CEO of EDC.CORP?" ask Zayn when he sees Chris looks better.

"No Young Master. And I didn't ask that either. Because I think if you are like the CEO-CEO in general" Chris replied by adjusting his breathing.

"You better ask Uncle Dion directly. So that you can hold and also can be as I want" said Zayn who was looking at the tab screen he had been holding since.

"Well Young Master" Chris replied firmly and clearly.

Their car entered a very luxurious mainson was also very large. Bigger than the other buildings. This was his own private mainson, he also already had his own company as well with a name that no one else had thought of.

"Welcome Young Master" said a butler and several servants lined up neatly to welcome their Young Master.

Zayn stepped foot into the elevator in the corner of the room, pressing down on the 3rd floor. Where is the top floor and it is his private area that should not be arbitrary people can enter. Because Zayn doesn't like having servants or strangers come in.

It looks a very luxurious room and there is no partition at all, which looks like a very large bed and there are also some cabinets and also a sofa. Do not forget the various large flat screens neatly lined up there.

Zayn went straight into the bathroom to clean himself up. He mutilated to soak so that the fishy scent of blood attached to his body disappeared.

Zayn looked at his two hands that had killed* tens or even hundreds of people's lives. Even though it was his clansmen who were very detrimental to everyone.

Suddenly he was surprised by the sound of a cellphone ringing that he had not rang up since. Feeling no longer willing to hear his noisy cell phone, he picked it up. And it turns out that the one who contacted him was Zia, his older sister who was the bravest and also often scolded him.

Just brought his phone closer to his ear, suddenly there was a crisp sound from the other end. To make Zayn keep the object away from his ear.

"Zayn! Why did you just lift it?" zia asked when Zayn had raised her.

"New home" Zayn answered briefly densely and clearly.

"You're always busy every day. Can't you spare your time for brother? Brother misses you Z so much" said Zia who had started to shed her tears.

"I'll be home later too" Zayn replied in a flat voice.

"alright. Tomorrow morning my brother will come to the airport, later my people will pick up my sister. Don't forget to take Jack with you, brother" Zayn said.

"Okay, sister will be prepared" said Zia who always breaks her calls unilaterally.

"It's a good thing that she's my sister, if I don't know what's going to happen to her" murmured Zayn, who was twirling his phone he was holding.

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While Azalya is sneaking out of the house, she promises to meet Kimberly. He wanted to walk out at night unaccompanied by the bodyguards who always followed him like a fly.

But after being able to get out and go quite a distance. It turns out Kimberly couldn't see him, she said she was with her boyfriend who had just come from Switzerland.

"Oh my goodness. Why go alone like this. Know this I just stay at home and watch my favorite drakor" muttered Azalya when it was in a very beautiful garden if it was night like this.

"Well, it turns out that here is very beautiful if the nights are like this" muttered Azalya who admired the beauty of this city park.

He's already wearing his thick clothes, because it's winter here. So if at night like this it would be very cold.

He was walking down the streets that were getting more and more crowded even night. He stopped at a cafe that provides halal food.

Azalya ordered various kinds of food as well as warm drinks. And it was unexpected that the man who had collided with her was also near her as well without them both noticing.

They enjoy each other's food and drink, until a man hears a voice that he thinks is no stranger to his ears.

"If in my country, it's cold like this to drink a warm bandrek or bajigur if it has entered the stomach" said the beautiful woman who was eating her food very greedily.

"The greedy ground" murmured a man sitting behind him.

"Let's be greedy rather than pretentious. For fear of being fat" muttered Azalya who apparently heard the words of the man behind her.

Azalya is still cool with her food and is not disturbed at all by the sounds that make her even barna*su to spend various dishes in front of her eyes.

Eeeu...

"Alhamdulilah" said Azalya who finished his burp with a very loud.

"It's strange" said someone who had greatly disturbed Azalya's hearing.

Azalya knew, if she too might be the same as her. Alias one country. That is Indonesia, because he very eloquently pronounces it.

Azalya immediately turned around, and how shocked she was to see who was behind her now.

The geeky man who had made her very furious. He was the man who had hit him and just left without saying anything.

"Oh, so you're a guy who's got four eyes but still bumped!" azalya said with great annoyance to the man in front of her.

The man who was none other than Zayn, was of course very angry to hear the remark of this girl who called her with four eyes. Zayn had already clenched his hands, if only this was not a crowded place and many people.

Surely Zayn will keep this girl quiet for good. But Zayn's brain is still working, he can't possibly do that to her. Just because he called it with four eyes.

Zayn tried to regulate his breathing and held back his rising emotions. If it has gone up, then he himself will lose. It's possible that there's a clan in disguise here as well.

Azalya immediately came forward and approached the teary-eyed man and directly hit his body on the man, then left in a very elegant style.