Chapter 45 Makeup Raid
Southern Bangkok, Nonthaburi...
In a luxurious resort’s seaside villa, Vilter Jackson stood by the bed, thrusting his body vigorously while loudly cursing with swear words...
After finishing, this middle-aged white man with a large belly sat on the bed, gasping for air like a deflated ball, completely unaware of the contemptuous look from the woman on the bed.
After resting for a few minutes, Vilter Jackson forcefully slapped the woman’s buttocks, then stood up, put on his robe, walked to the door, opened it, and called out to the two bodyguards sitting and resting on the living room sofa: "Leonard, I need a bottle of ice-cold beer, Budweiser or Corona...
I hate this damn weather, and the damn beer here too..."
One of the bodyguards, sporting a Pot Lid haircut and obviously quite familiar with Vilter Jackson, peered into the room at the naked woman walking around and then leeringly said to Vilter: "Boss, you only lasted 8 minutes just now, are you sure you can still handle it?
I can punish that bitch for you..."
Vilter Jackson showed his middle finger to Pot Lid and cursed: "FUCK YOU..."
After cursing, he looked at the other expressionless scar-faced bodyguard and asked: "Did you find out about the thing I asked?"
The expressionless scar-faced bodyguard stood up and nodded, "Cha Nuo was beaten to death in the trading company’s office. The killer is a man named Basong.
According to the announcement from the police, Basong is a retired special forces soldier from Squad 191 and had a personal vendetta against Cha Nuo.