Acting as if nothing terrible had happened, Fernando put the gun back into his jacket pocket, which had been damaged by the attack just now. Fernando's cold eyes looked at the body of the intruder who was now lying stiff near Indra as if the intruder's body was just a sack of rice that deserved to be removed.
As if it was the most normal thing for Fernando. Something that was clearly not part of the normal he had been dealing with all this time. Although it was possible for Fernando, who was used to living in and grew up in a mafia family, to see murder and kill people like that was a very normal thing.
Even though he had known Fernando as a sissy man with a motherly personality, who was always annoying. But what Indra saw clearly in front of him, at this moment, he could only see the figure of Fernando, who was pulling out one by one the daggers that were sticking all over his body with ease, like he was pulling thorns from the stem of a red rose.
