"Dumbass! If you all can't even do this tiny bit of thing, go and die somewhere. Burdening me with all kind of drugs for your life without doing anything meaningful in return… I am not a saint to endure nuisance such as you all". The blond hair man scowled sitting and leaning on the chair.
His leg crossed over the other and fingers under his chin. He was the same person from two years ago who tried to harass and molest Cynthia but lost.
Barbil retaliated, "It wasn't our fault. That girl suddenly".
He was interrupted in midst by Sakind sharp glare.
His subtle fingers brushed through his shiny blond hair parted equally to the both side and then threw a glare at Kenny who was injured and standing with the help of one of her buddies.
The eerie ill lit room felt nauseous but since most of their fund was diverted toward the drugs of their minions, they couldn't afford a nice and comfortable place to meet other than this.
