Chapitre 834: Reaching The Safehouse

No longer hearing his running, the chef gritted his teeth.

"Coward," he cursed.

"Chef. I don't think staying is a smart move. What if those guards called the cops already? We should leave."

"Shut up!" the chef shouted, pointing his pistol at his underling.

"One hell of a crew you got there. You can't even keep them in check. Now, I've taken out four of you, and I'm sure if I wait long enough, you'll take each other out. Ah ha ha ha!" Alex's voice echoed in the open area.

The chef's head snapped around, trying to find where it came from.

*Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!*

"Come out here and face me, you coward!" the chef screamed after firing his pistol four times.

"Boss! We need to go!" the henchman shouted.

"I said shut up!" the chef screamed, turning to his underling, gun raised.

The subordinate's face went pale, and the chef grinned.