A young man in his black clothes seemed to be making a call to someone.
The young man looks enthusiastic about what he wanted to convey.
Every now and then, he grinned and spun the small 10 cm knife as if it were a toy.
"According to the agreement ... let me meet your boss."
It's quiet
There was no answer from across the phone.
"I'll arrange it later."
"Fine ... what can I do with this woman?"
"Send me the photo ... let her rest there ... I'll let you know the next step."
Pip
The telephone line was cut off.
The young man stepped his feet into a dark room where there was only one vent.
'Tsk,... who is this woman exactly? does it still have something to do with the girl before? ... wait ... looks like her face is not that different from that girl .... 'Monologue Anthony in mind with his own thoughts.
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