chapter 20

LOVE could be a dangerous weapon. If not handled well, things could take a turn, and you won't even notice until you're the next victim.

Israel crossed his legs in front of the people kneeling. They all had that pathetic look on their faces as he stared at them with a detached look on his face.

As he played with his gun above the table, the sound of the men's heavy breathing engulfed the four corners of the room. The fear in their eyes was visible, as though they knew what would happen next.

"So, you were all the survivors of the night, Peter put our work at risk," he started after a short while. He lit a cigarette stick hidden in his pocket before he looked at the man kneeling in the middle.

"Y-Yes," the man uttered in response. The people in front of him were foreigners from a country named the Philippines. Their skin is close to tan with black hair; they are commonly mistaken for Latinos rather than Asians.

Israel suddenly grabbed onto his collar, and with his cigarette, he burned