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"Here boss."
Horace take a quick glance on the phone and said;
"I see your friend is calling to know your whereabout, but guess what! they won't get to see you again! you're courting death and you deserve to die because whatever you want you shall receive," he added, with a devilish smile on his face, he effortlessly crush the phone with his hand and throw it through the window.
"Tie him up and send him to where he will have a nice rest," Horace instructed, stressing on the word NICE and then walked away from there
"Yes, boss!"
Samuel took out the rope he hung on the hook of his trousers and begin to tie him up.
"Horace, you-- you will never get away with this, you will suffer!!!" He cry out, his voice echoed behind his back and Samuel knock him out, leaving him unconscious.
