Somewhere in the world…
A man in an open floral printed blouse wiped the little powder on the table. He then wiped it on his teeth, ignoring the other person talking to him in their language.
"Fuck, Dragon," the man hissed in a thick accent. "Call our men in Humba and tell them to burn the place."
"Boss —"
"Hera Cruel." The man dawdled, pointing a finger at the man. "That bitch will steal everything. Burn it."
The man, a little younger than the man he called boss, nodded. "Fine. I'll give them a call to move the crystals —"
"Burn the crystals and then move them back here to protect me." The man casually ordered, making the other man furrow his brows. "Millions of dollares, no problem. But that witch will kill me. Listen to me, Fernando. Hera Cruel will come, so before she comes, we go. Hunt the witch."
