“Slit his throat.” I said sitting back on a chair. The scream of the bastard echoed in the basement because the fuck he thought he could betray Mihir Raghuvanshi.

“No Boss. No. Sorry.” He screamed before Robbin could slit his throat but I think I should take the matters in my own hands.

“Back off Robbin.” I said and stood from my chair. I wore my black gloves again and walked to the metal table where he was laid.

“You are sorry? Right?” I asked him while adjusting my gloves and he nodded his head in desperation of leaving this basement.