Chapter 51 Desperate Times (3)

• Evening came and it was time for President Dane to preside over his crime table in his main warehouse. He was surrounded by armed guards, and Chris stood in front of him as if he were a criminal about to be judged.
• He had left a horrible mark on the latter's face—the face of his guy, whom he thought to be his right hand, and the idiot was about to face even worse.
• Chris was scolding himself for being such weakling as he held his palms beneath his tummy and bowed his head.