The Transmigration Of The Goodness Death
(CHAP 32)

Happy Reading's...

👿👿👿👿👿👿👿

Resume...

Kyaa...

Shouts filled the vast ballroom dance, all preparing each other's weapons and the women ran to and fro to save themselves. On average in the underworld, women are only so complacent and lovers, few women work with the task and lead in the process.

Michael was a little surprised when his gaze became pitch black, he became panicked when he remembered his wife who had been very close to him now did not feel his presence.

"... " It was almost like he was yelling his wife's name, it could make the world an uproar and Shizuka would scold him if she mentioned his name in a place like this. He tried to calm down and slowly put up his instincts and ears sharply, walking slowly in order to be able to feel the existence of his wife.

" Shizuka" muttered Michael worriedly. Until he felt that there was something in front of him that might make him fall stopped.

Pukhas...

A loud pull made Michael almost unsteady immediately offset someone who pulled his hand.

Degs...

His heart beat uncharacteristically, he did not feel unfamiliar with the person who pulled his hand but his twisting why his heart beat just like being near the wife. Same feeling, but why...

Brukh's...

Michael felt his body was attracted to fall directly sat down, felt narrow and someone and he had to stick to each other.

" Who are you? " Whisper Michael, but a voice came from up there. Michael pitched and saw the roof of the ballroom open showing the sky at night. Moonlight illuminated the entire room, the room became a little bright but still dim.

Michael stared and was surprised, a girl wearing a black shirt top suit with slightly tight but still loose trousers that were matching in color. Use matching shiny pantofel boots too, using a simple necklace and silver earrings with unraveled hair. The girl's gaze looked more domineering than before, Michael was slightly stunned.

" It's ready, boy "That speech was addressed to Michael who had been staring at him somehow.

" ... "

The girl showed a grin, the half-face mask made her face water unrecognizable. Only Michael knew the girl

While on the other side...

" Big boss! " Call a man who suddenly comes from behind a man wearing his suit. His sturdy back stopped without turning to look at his child's secretary, his flat gaze but save something terrible it did not reduce his good looks that his age was even older than his durability.

" There was an attack on a mafia society in London. The young boss sir and his wife were there, we told on Mr Michael's orders! " Martin continues his path and is followed by Justin, Michael's personal secretary.

" ... " Martin didn't say a word, Justin understood. The fruit fell not far from the tree, even Michael's attitude more than the father.

" Young master has prepared all his, please you monitor him because of this young master's request "Martin nodded faintly and went to the IT room with Justin behind him.

In every way, Martin's steps are like death steps. A cold and sharp gaze pierced into anyone who stared at him presumptuously.

" Welcome big bosses "Say the IT guys while looking down. They seem busy with a monitor screen that displays the location and complicated numbers.

" Display the events in the fifth building, located in north London "With one of those in charge of monitoring places that are almost all over the world.

" This is boss "Martin staring at the monitor while folding his hands to his chest. His forehead is wrinkled, who's the girl that's with Michael. It is impossible if his son-in-law holds a weapon despite his hard nature and martial arts, lest...

Martin sharpened his gaze and threw his breath rough, if such was possible he should punish the child who was like a duplicate. Martin really does not like if there is a traitor even though he has a blood relationship with him.

In the family Jung was taught to be loyal to his partner. Even if they do not love him, they should take care of him with all their heart and treat him gently. Well, it's different with this one kid. Similar to him, indifferent, indifferent, and most importantly very rude beyond his self.

But considering his son who really does not like being close to other women besides his sister and his own wife. Make him think hard, who is that girl? Why does he look grand and a little foreign! this time he had trouble getting to know someone. Ordinary he who has a sharp instinct now becomes mushy does not get his answer. What don't-don't...

' Is it because of the influence of my age who is no longer young? '