Crack!
The glass shattered and the debris flew away. Inside an unknown area, the man in his late fifties, still possessing a strong physique of a warrior, threw the bottle at his subordinate who was reporting to him.
The bottle hit the head, but his subordinate dared not move an inch, as he knelt down for forgiveness.
"Idiot. No news, nothing!" The old man cried out in frustration. "What has become of the group that I founded myself."
"I beg your forgiveness, Boss. We couldn't find any hints. All the CCTV recordings went down. Even the officials we bribed were helpless."
"Fuck! Don't tell my Tiger Gang is thwarted by two girls, whose milk scent hasn't dissipated yet." The man bellowed. "I even suspect my subordinates are joking me around if not for everyone accounted the same description. Two women…an impossible act."
"But it really happened, Sir. And they weren't simple women, we are used to seeing." His subordinates interrupted.
