Chapitre 1118: Chapter 1118

"Zimo? An?" Ilya Pavlov asked in his thick Russian accent when he saw the three men enter the meeting room.

"Hello, Ilya," Yu Zimo greeted with a malicious grin, his aura and expression quickly changing from its ordinary one to that which he used as Guan Ming's right-hand man in training.

"You work for these bastards?" Ilya spat, making Al shake his head and sigh.

Al walked up to Yu Zimo and gave his shoulder a tight squeeze.

"Deal with this." Al said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

"I trusted you with my son! You fucking cunt!" Ilya shouted everything he had learned and trained for thrown out the window as he was faced with the man he trusted the most. "Where is my son? Give him back!"

"So annoying." Angelo groaned as he took out a gun and cocked it. "Can I deal with him, boss?"

"No." Al said, his single answer sending chills up everyone's spine including their allies.