This man wasn't his boss, he was infact just a subordinate to his boss but he feared him more than he feared Leo.
His poker face always looked like it was devoid of emotions, even when he faced Leo he remained unfazed.
Even Leo looked as if he dares not provoke this 'elder'.
His martial arts skills were top notch and Leo's skills could not hold a candle to his.
He remembered when Leo asked to spar with him but he stared at him like he was looking at a clown.
He agreed, yet when they started, he didn't move from his original position but he beat Leo like a kid.
In contrast, Leo was jumping around kicking and punching.
It was such a funny scene that he always laughed on remembering it.
Truly, he couldn't understand this mysterious man and his way of doing things.
The sky had already darkened, the air was chilling carrying with it a whistling sound.
In a luxurious villa in Milan, Italy
A man cladded in black from head to toe complimenting it with a black overcoat was enshrouded in the dark... smoking lazily.
He was sited in the garden of the villa, his eyes flashing with unexplainable chill.
The most amazing factor of this man was not just his laid back, calm and imposing aura but his extremely handsome face.
That face even in the dark could make anyone that look upon it, green with envy.
His face was bone chillingly cold, his brows raising at intervals. He didn't seem to be enjoying the beautiful scenery, he looked like he was bored to death.
Surrounding him were bulky, taut men all in black except one playing game by the side.
He looked a lot like him but the former was more handsome than him even though he was expressionless.
The one playing game leisurely was putting on a high end branded jacket with blue expensive jean pants and fashionable boots... his stylish hair was slightly ruffled giving him a rascally, yet elegant look.
Particularly, because of his upbringing...his rascally and mischievous aura made him even more pleasing to the eye.
His black ear stud shined in the dark while his lips was formed in a pout, looking so cute one would want to pinch his cheeks.
He was Evan Bruce and the man who he was standing beside was no one other than the powerful Ryan Bruce.
"What are you doing here?" Ryan opened his mouth to speak, his voice deep and powerful.
Although low, it made everyone that heard it feel a chill go down their spine.
He looked like he was casually asking about the weather, fleetingly glancing down at the man kneeling before him.
Yes, there was a man kneeling before him with his head bowed not daring to look up at him.
This man was none, other than the cold Leo's subordinate. The one that invoked fear and respect from both Leo and his minions.
He was now kneeling before Ryan like an abandoned rabbit trying to act cute to at least evoke his sympathy.
"Boss, that Leo is nothing more than a useless wimp, I can't even bear to call that good for nothing 'boss' anymore. He's a dirty and unreasonable man. Boss, my mental health has deteriorated a lot lately because of him, i feel like i might lose it and just kill him one day" he said in a pleading voice.
Staring up at Ryan, he searched for any emotion at all but couldn't find any on Ryan's expressionless face.
He hurriedly continued; "Boss! I miss you so much. I want to tour around with the faction and follow you forever. That Leo makes me sick"
Pfft!! Evan threw his head back laughing...
"I know that useless son of the Smith family was a good for nothing but from the looks of it, daring to anger our very own Cremator, he must be a lot more useless than I thought" Evan said without prying his eyes away from the ongoing game in his hand.
The man named Cremator promptly followed suit complaining and pouring out his grievances.
"You are right second young master, that man is not only an idiot, he's a sick imbecile!"
"You don't say! What did he do?" Evan finally pried his eyes away from the game he was playing, itching for gossip.
His beautiful eyes glowed with curiosity, mirth dancing in his eyes.
His lips were curled up in a half smile, his hands tossing his cellphone in his back pocket.
Cremator finally had someone that was willing to listen to him, in a flash he chattered away on how much of a nuisance Leo was. His face scrunching up in disdain.
Evan whistled, holding his chest dramatically, he shouted...his smile never leaving his face instead it got wider "He did all that? He's indeed useless"
"So useless!" Cremator followed suit.
Evan chuckled loudly, picking up his phone from his back pocket... immediately logging in to continue his game.
Cremator suffered a heartache, the soreness in his chest was stifling and he couldn't help but cuss this his Second young master in his heart.
He was so heartless, shouldn't he be begging boss after he heard his heart wrenching story. Why was he playing game like he never said anything in the first place.
His heart squeezed in agony, he's been tormented emotionally!!!
He shed a few tears in his heart, didn't they see his suffering.