Tiny treasure of the chief

tch that brat, but I

t? Where's

.. ran awa

nervously examined the man sitting before him. The man's expression was twisted

ing a puff of smoke, Cli

mn

way'? That's my hundreds of

. But the most frightening thing was how carel

er Clinton's terrifying reputation? Clinton despised useless people, especially those who couldn't even handle small tasks. Every time he los

g hesitation, Clinto

you m

s startled, trem

. I arrived too late, and th

my money?" Cl

s head bobbing like it might fall of

nly his sister was there... and the entire house had bee

ursed, his fury reac

issing through them, his entire f

cheated with his money and wa

n cautiously added, his tone lace

that guy's little siste

early hitting him in the face. Luckily, he was quick

neered an

you think I need

led violently, on th

rry, Chief,"

who entered was none other than Clinton's right-hand man, Finn. Seeing him, the entire g

ut quickly stepped forwa

Cli

s, find that brat and drag him back here. I want him to

ded resp

nton, his house is empty. The only thing of value left

ebrows twitched as he lo

" he grumbled. "I'm not inter

She's mute, but she's decent-looking. RD is short on people, so we could ta

slumping lazily back into the sofa.

ied to one place. If we don't act quickly, I'm afraid his littl

. There was no trace of pity in his eye

maybe in th

ed a cloud of smoke. Just as he was about to speak, the door

d coherence, and to smooth out the pacing.