Chapter 62: Unlucky Bastards Second Half
— Still Ricardo’s POV —
The beating continued, but... what was that in the boss’s hand? A spoon!? What the—? He’s beating the shit out of that guy with a spoon!?
Crack!
"Arrrrrggggh! Enough! It hurts!" the guy screamed in agony every time the spoon struck his body—his legs, arms, chest—damn! Every hit from the boss made a bone-breaking sound. I really wonder what this guy did to deserve this kind of torture.
Anyway, as a good subordinate, I figured I should find out what pissed the boss off so much. That way, we’d know not to touch his bottom line in the future.
I told some of my brothers what I was thinking and sent them to search the manor for clues.
As we watched the boss beat the leader of the mafia and his lieutenant into sobbing messes—like little sissies—it was clear almost every bone in their bodies had been cracked or fractured under that merciless spoon. Their willpower was crushed into dust.
After reducing the guy to tears, the boss led us to the manor’s main building.
We dragged the gang members with us. Inside was a massive, opulent living room meant for receiving guests. Don Reale was already there, waiting for us.
He was surrounded by every bodyguard he could find. Even on the second floor, more of them were stationed, fully armed, aiming their guns at us from above.
It seemed the boss had only taken out the guards stationed outside the manor and hadn’t yet ventured inside.