The Prisoner of the Mafia
TSM Chapter 129 - Run the Far One
Jeromi and his five other friends are frustrated when they do not find Zena's whereabouts. The hospital they had surrounded, Zena's house they had come even in broken down by force, but still the girl they did not find anywhere.
Along the way they searched also did not see the existence of the beautiful girl.
"Shit! master Dragon would definitely be furious if it were like this!!" jero Aspat. When success is in sight there are obstacles that they must face.
The Dragon Group had only used muscle strength, so they did not think more when Zena's existence was not discovered as it is today. I'm not suspicious about what that woman did.
They can only be angry and cursing to eliminate the annoyance in the heart.
Jeromi was gone by nightfall, but by 9pm he had not yet returned to Dragon's place.
Dragon was sick of waiting, until he finally called the men did not know himself.
"Until when are you gonna make me wait? Now Tampai!!" snapped Dragon inside the phone connection, Jeromi even to keep his phone away from the ear because of the sound so loud.
"Sorry sir, but we haven't found Zena's whereabouts, yet" Jero said.
"Stupid! #*&+€¥%-#!)+/*." All the curse of Dragon released, Zena who he had considered as a powerful weapon to destroy Zeon in fact they did not get.
So furious, Dragon even immediately disconnected the phone first, no matter the words of defense spoken by Jeromi.
Inside the dark room, Dragon gazed out there, looking at the Zeon he was still tormenting under the snowfall.
His brain was trying to figure out how else it could trick Zeon, until a plan was finally laid out in his brain.
He opened his phone again and saw the immaculate video he had made all along.
With a slanted smiling lip Dragon moved his right hand, gesturing one of the men to bring Zeon here, in front of him.
Brug! Zeon was thrown until it fell to the floor. Her body was so cold and her aunt looked blue, the cold weather had really tormented her.
"My men do not know themselves, I ordered him to bring Zena here but they actually enjoyed your brother's body first" said Dragon.
"This is a video call, you want to see it?" ask Dragon.
"Stop," pleaded Zeon in a soft voice, his words only sounding like a gust of wind.
His mind was in a state of turmoil, he could not risk Zena anymore.
"What?" ask Dragon who didn't hear enough of Zeon's words. He ordered his men to lift up the helpless man's body.
"Don't touch Zena, I'll give you whatever you want" Zeon finally said, giving up. The night is getting late and the time goes on, the darker the world, the more hopeless there is to be a helper.
Dragon played back the video he had, heard some men laughing and a girl crying.
Hearing that cry, Zeon cried.
"Stop, I beg you," Zeon pinta.
The dragon smiled very broadly.
"Stop everything, let the girl go" Dragon said, as if talking on the video call.
The phone lie that Dragon made himself.
"Now tell me, where are all the Darkness treasures stored?" dragon asked after he put his phone in his pants pocket.
Instead of answering the question, Zeon spat at him.
Gee!
The spit that made Dragon's anger instantly peaked, without the Dragon's cue kicking Zeon until the man slipped from the Dragon's grasp and fell back to the floor.
"Less ajjar!" snapped Dragon, while Zeon's spit had drenched his clothes.
Despite falling and getting more helpless but Zeon smiled obliquely, he was sure 100 percent Zena had not been caught, the voice was not the voice of the younger brother.
Zen, run far away. Inner Zeon.