บท 164: Secret Aide

The asylum had turned into no less than a hell, all the leftover staff brought and made to bow to the two devils. They trembled and silently cried, cursing themselves forever working here. Damien and Ronan looked at the staff kneeling in front of them, every person seeming suspicious in one or the other way. 

"So, the CCTV was ruined just like that?" Damien interrogated the jailer who had almost pissed in his pants. When he didn't answer, Ronan moved his gun over his forehead to his mouth, forcefully griping his job and shoving it inside his mouth. 

"Whoever keeps lying to us, will eat a bullet next," The Italian mafia prince warned, his murderous glare making everyone tremble in their spots. 

"Trust me! " The jailer murmured, his words barely clear with the gun inside his mouth.