BIEN gasped as he woke up. His face was full of wonder why he was inside his room wearing his night robe. He blinked several times, pondering if he only had a nightmare.
He looked at his hand, and there were no traces of dirt or blood on his body. But the events inside the warehouse were fresh in his mind.
Bien turned his attention to the window. The light was peeking in it, so he surveyed the room until his eyes caught the wall clock. It was already ten o'clock in the morning!
He got up quickly and dialed his uncle's number. Unfortunately, Howie did not answer. He decided to get out of his room and found one of his guards, Stan.
"Boss, good morning!" Stan lightly arched his head down.
"Where are the others? What the hell happened last night?" He grabbed the man by his collar.
