Although it was January, it was still oppressively hot here.
Mosquitoes buzzed incessantly by the ear, hovering like bombers, ready to dive in for a bite at any moment, incredibly annoying.
"Damn mosquitoes!"
The guard on the rooftop cursed under his breath and slapped a desperately hungry mosquito dead on his neck.
He grumbled, filled with resentment.
Today he was on lookout duty on the rooftop, and hadn't left since dusk.
The aroma of meat and liquor drifting up from below was sheer torture.
He checked his watch.
At midnight he could switch shifts, when he would definitely head to the kitchen to grab some leftovers, pour a good drink to soothe his stomach, and then happily sleep till daylight.
Now, with bodyguards and armed guards inside and outside the house, and this being Batchai's territory, who would dare cause trouble here?
It made everyone nervously on high alert duty, which was absolutely unnecessary!
