DreameNovelThe leader bent down and pinched Joey’s cheek with his big hand.
“Wow, you can still stare at me.
It seems that you are not seriously injured.
I’m impressed.”
Joey didn’t say anything.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hand that was pinching his cheek.
The tattoo cinto his view.
Before Joey could get a better look, the leader let go of him.
After a period of silence, the leader called out one of his men.
“Hendrix!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as he heard his name, Hendrix left the front door and cinside.
“Boss, did you call me?”
“Get sointment from the owner of the guesthouse and apply it on this child’s neck.” The leader ordered while looking at Joey’s injuries.
“Otherwise, we’ll have a hard texplaining to our client.”
Coincidentally, the man who had beaten up Joey cback from the kitchen.
He was a little dissatisfied when he heard their boss’s order.
“Boss, we don’t have to do that.
His injuries are nothing serious.
We are mercenaries.
Anyone who dares to hire us should know our rule that we won’t guarantee the safety of the hostages.”
To generate money, mercenaries risked their lives.
They would do whatever it took to get the job done.
There were shostages that were disobedient, so the mercenaries had to discipline them in order to complete the task smoothly.
It was just common for hostages to get beaten up.
The man just taught Joey a lesson.
And his boss wanted them to apply ointment on the boy’s neck.
The man felt that his boss was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling thunder filled their ears.
Through the window, they watched the rain poured down heavily.
The leader glanced at the man.
The man stopped talking.
Standing at the side, Hendrix could feel that his leader was getting impatient.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe didn’t dare say something.
He just turned around and walked out of the door to get sointment from the owner of the guesthouse.
He didn’t mind walking in the rain.
The leader looked out of the window in the pouring rain.
He was becoming more and more irritable.
“Call those people again,” the leader barked.
“Ask them where they are now.”
Even though the leader gave the man a warning look, he couldn’t understand why the leader was so anxious.
Afraid of the leader, the man didn’t even ask him for a reason.
He just nodded and walked to the balcony to make the phone call.
It was just the leader and Joey in the living room.
The leader looked at Joey as he sat opposite him.
He drew a cigarette from a pack on the table and put it between his lips.
He then took his lighter from his pant pocket and flicked it to light the cigarette.
Joey still felt dizzy from the pain.
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