A traitor in the gang

A man in the custody of a cigar leisurely stood by transparent glass wall windows that belonged to the second floor of the main mansion.

A pair of golden hazel eyes savored the view of a never-ending emerald garden from above.

Refreshing ocean breeze invaded his study room via opening glass doors of the balcony. His slicked-back obsidian hair remained presentable even as the joyous breeze wouldn't stop crazily brushing past and teasing them.

Putting on a small black mono wireless earpiece, Wang Mingze was now receiving a call from someone.

"Boss, mission completed.

But, we lost more than half of our soldiers.

There seemed to be something wrong with the information we got from Mr. Kang.

Our attempt to hijack the cargo plane went south since we got outnumbered. The sole good news is that we at least managed to bring some sample weapons with us. "

Even this not so-good-news wasn't enough to disturb his hazel eyes by any emotion like irritation or annoyance.

They remained cold and unfeeling as they always used to be forever.

The alpha took in a mouthful of air through the straw of the cigar before relaxedly blowing out a thick white cloud of smoke.

Taking time to enjoy the addicting fragrance of the cigar, Wang Mingze finally dropped a short question.

"Is Kang Deming still in touch? "

"Yes, boss.... He said there seemed to have a sudden change in the number of fighter jets accompanying the freighter aircraft right before it took off. "

"Soldier loss? "

"Two jets got shot down. One pilot died and another was arrested. More than half of our soldiers are either taken out or arrested. And, that's about 10.

The sole survived jet barely made it to our territory with remaining soldiers. "

No emotion was displayed on his cold face even after all those words fell.

Sacrifice isn't something one can avoid in managing stuff of the underworld. The more you sacrifice, the greater the benefit. The word 'empathy' isn't something you can find in the dictionary of this alpha.

Wang Mingze was the kind of relentless monster that wouldn't hesitate to pave a new way with never-ending bloodshed as long as it guaranteed to take him to his desired destination.

"How many fighter jets on their side? "

"Five and they are all armed with well kept air-to-air missiles, boss..."

In his relaxed steps, the alpha slowly walked over to his ceramic glass table. Gently rolling the head of ash from the tip of his cigar in a small ashtray until it broke off, Wang Mingze voiced a cold remark.

" Many fighters protecting a small freighter on its flight..... there's definitely something fishy going on. "

"Do you mean there's a spy from royal family inside our gang, boss? "

"Yes.....a spy or somebody who turned informant for them...

Royal family definitely knew our plan to hijack the plane. If not, they won't bother to send all the fighters.

Who else know the mission I gave you? "

The discussion about traitors or unloyal crooks who turn informants for royal family, had already become old yet still a thing that needed to be handled properly.

Normally, Wang Mingze was happy to ignore most of those royal dogs.

After all, just as large as his Mogui gang was, it's impossible to make sure that none of his underlings had accidentally taken such dogs under their wings.

But at times, those royal dogs just didn't know their place and had to destroy his big plans. And, it was when his thin mercy was forced to tear apart completely.

"Just my soldiers, Mr. Kang and captain Li who helped to force a pilot into the mission... and myself... "

"You can't conclude only these people on the suspect list. Any of those might have slipped their tongues either accidentally or intentionally.

Anyone who's in touch with them like their family members, friends, comrades or associates, basically just anyone inside your charged district, are possible culprits.

Make sure to handle this properly. It's never good to keep slaves of those aristocrats under the gang's wings. "

" Got it, boss. I'll make sure to handle this right away....

By the way, boss, I'm sending my lieutenant soldier to bring firearm samples to the island. He just became a made man recently but I find him really reliable... even more than those old crooks of years.

Please, teach him some manners if boss thinks he's lacking some....."

" Mn..... "

The call with one of his underbosses came to an end just like that.

Taking off the bluetooth earpiece, the alpha seated himself on a wide black swivel chair. With slow puffs, he simply continued to enjoy having the cigar in his hand.

For most of the time, cigars become his dear accompany not only because he is already greatly addicted to them, but also because this is one of the most effective ways to relieve his stress.

Just because he's a ruthless monster in nature, it doesn't mean Wang Mingze has no stress.

The alpha casually tossed a glance at his wristwatch as he exhaled some clouds of thick white smoke.

Realizing it was already the time to go to firing range, he quickly crushed the burning tip of cigar in the ashtray.

However, it was at that instant that a light knock sounded on the opaque glass door of his study room.

In fact, the sound of this knock was so low that Wang Mingze could have missed it if it were not for his extremely sharp hearing.

As he was so occupied with other stuff, the alpha almost forgot that, on the other side of this room was a gorgeous omega whose chrysanthemum he had yet to pluck.

' How can I leave such a fascinating omega alone and keep myself busy? I might as well abandon my boring routine for a day to play with him.'

With a small mischievous smile hanging at the corner of his lips, Wang Mingze walked over, swiftly sliding the opaque glass door open.

As expected, waiting for him outside was a small omega with fascinating blond hair. He was biting his bottom lip, seemingly overwhelmed by his own anxiety.

His fist which was about to knock on the door yet again, hung in mid air, flabbergasted to see the alpha personally opening the door.

A small notepad was embraced in his fragile arms with a micro tip pencil clenched in his right fist.

"Could.....could I borrow....some of your time, mister? "