Chapter 36: Chapter 36- One, Two, Three and Action!

In an underground warehouse, Rafael had his phone on record, and his three assassins stood at ease behind him. He was holding a blood-stained screwdriver, and a tired yawn escaped his lips.

In front of him was a man who had been bruised and afflicted with all kinds of injury on the floor. The warehouse was dark, with a flickering orange light bulb illuminating the area where the man laid.

He had gotten a good beating, and Rafael tsked, wondering why his men hit him so hard. All he did was give the bastard one or two stabs in areas he wouldn't bleed much, okay, maybe five stabs, but his assassins clearly had more fun in beating the man to stupor.

He was an arrogant one.

"You're about to become famous," Rafael was yet to hit the record button, and he taunted the man who was weeping like a child on the floor. "How would one say it before they start a shoot; one, two, three and action."