Bab 138: A Package

"Where the hell is Flash and his bloody team?" Rodriguez queried in a chilly tone while pacing around in the living room of his mansion. The fierceness in his eyes was like the blazing sun and his tensed muscles were puffed up. He was acting like a devil's hound straining to be set free, to unleash mayhem.

The two heavily built men in front of him were slightly terrified of their boss's rage. They knew his short temper and his swiftness at discharging justice.

"It's already 11:00 AM and I'm yet to hear from him. How long those it take to capture two flimsy men? Huh!" He smashed the glass of wine in his hands on the smooth tiled floor in anger. "From the information I gathered, those two Treshvire bastards are still roaming the city, imprinting their authority. The more they are allowed to wander freely, the more it becomes difficult to eradicate them. Do I need to send a whole battalion to capture two men?"

"No boss..."