Fifty-two graves! All ready for the guards who had touched and dragged Angelina!

Rage had ordered other mobsters to do it, and he stood in the middle of the burial ground, smoking a cigar calmly, the smoke blowing out of his nostrils slowly and adding to the atmosphere's tension.

He was calm, but the other people present were practically shaking. The fifty-two compound guards who had abused Angelina earlier had all been captured, and they were currently tied up on the ground like luggage.

They were begging desperately for their lives, each of them regretting ever touching Angelina. And any minute from now, they were getting buried alive!

A guard...