#Chapter74

12 months ago

Third Person

Calmly, he walked towards the surrounded vehicle to meet the reason for his restlessness. Opening the door without caution, he settled inside and immediately coughed. The smoke of cigarettes was everywhere. Volkov chuckled softly before throwing the stick out and then turns to face the young man. Valentine didn’t look at him but stared ahead. A dark aura fringed his still body and jaw was locked hard. His gloved hands although laid on his knees unmoving but were itching to rip the man beside into thousand shreds. A heinous storm was rolling inside his mind. For a moment, none of them spoke. The men...