Staring at his phone, Gerrard's brows knit tightly. A minute after, he clenched his phone tightly and swore out loud.
"Damn it..."
Ever since a couple of days ago, a rift had started appearing amongst the five tyrants. Apparently, the timestamps that the other tyrants had gone missing.
Oddly enough his timestamps remained untouched.
'Can't these retards understand that the reason why my stuff is untouched is because whoever the thieves are, they fear me?'
Although the other tyrants had respectable backings, if they were to be compared to the likes of W.V. Pharmaceuticals, they were still a level below.
To Gerrard, it was clear as day that the thieves had specifically skipped him because they feared him. Unfortunately, the others didn't seem to understand this as they kept looking at him suspiciously.
