Chapter 164: Secret Aide
The asylum had turned into no less than a hell, all the leftover staff brought and made to bow to the two devils. They trembled and silently cried, cursing themselves forever working here. Damien and Ronan looked at the staff kneeling in front of them, every person seeming suspicious in one or the other way.
"So, the CCTV was ruined just like that?" Damien interrogated the jailer who had almost pissed in his pants. When he didn’t answer, Ronan moved his gun over his forehead to his mouth, forcefully griping his job and shoving it inside his mouth.
"Whoever keeps lying to us, will eat a bullet next," The Italian mafia prince warned, his murderous glare making everyone tremble in their spots.
"Trust me! " The jailer murmured, his words barely clear with the gun inside his mouth.
"We aren’t lying, sir!" One of the staff murmured, daring to rise up and rush to them. One of Damien’s men translated what she said and Damien locked his eyes on the young woman who scrambled to the jailer’s side.
"Just like you, they just came over, destroyed everything, and dragged her out. They had bigger rifles and even bombs to blast us all if we didn’t send her away." The young woman continued the scene from last night still fresh in her mind. "Please leave my papa." She cried out loud, clasping her hands and bowing to them.
"Ye-yes sir!" Another chimed in, gathering a little bit of confidence. "They seemed like men from Vicente Lobo don."
The name alerted both Damien and Ronan who exchanged glances with each other, even his minion who had translated looked in shock. Ronan took out the gun and kicked away the jailer, their attention fixing on the guy who spoke earlier. Damien gestured to come over with his gun and the man got up before hurrying over.
"They all wear a batch on their shoulders and I saw it closely. It was Lobo organization’s batch!"