CHAPTER 93. BAD NEWS RUINS THE MOOD

Hearing that one sentence, Alex immediately stiffened.

Bad news.

Those two words were able to ruin Alex's originally good mood this morning.

"Tell me straight to the point!" Alex retorted.

"Roy ran away!"

"What did you say?" Alex's voice screeched.

Angelina noticed the look of distress on Alex's face.

"How come?" asked Alex.

"Well, he was able to fight off my men who took him away to the crocodile farm. Roy is strong, you know that, don't you?" said the caller who was none other than Ernest, Alex's boss.

"No, it's just that your men are so weak! Looks like you need to select your people again, Ernest!" exclaimed Alex angrily.

Alex heard Ernest cling.

"What now? Have you found that one bastard yet?" asked Alex.

"No, I haven't been able to find him. I contacted the people in captivity but they said no one was coming. Then I sent some of my men to trace this, and they found the people who brought Roy dead. They didn't find Roy anywhere," Ernest explained.

"Incompetent! Just watching over