Bent's heart was bleeding by just looking at the stack of paper, and he wondered just how much of his properties were these blood sucking monsters about to take away from him.
Last day, he was in utter unimaginable pain, so he had just blurted out that they could take away whatever they need and in return just to relieve him from the pain he was suffering from.
But no when the pain was somewhat subsided, and his mind was cleared, Bent was thinking straight and he was not at all willing to give away any of his property!
He casted hateful glances at Zeva, Damien and Heron. They-! Did they have any thing called shame?! They were robbing him in broad daylight! Shameless people!
Well, at the moment, Bent was criticising and cursing the Cobras as if he was the most pure hearted, clean, and innocent soul present in the room there!
