Chapter 107

 his neck, he grappled his neck, strangling the life out of him, he kicked violently.

He let him go, he slum to the ground, coughing incessantly, Jeame turned and walked away, he took a long breath, relief washed over him, after realising that his assailant has left, he stood still pondering on his near-death experience.

Jeame went to his bed and lay on it, "where did you go to?" he heard Jeane's voice ask, he was backing her while lying down.

"I went to use the restroom" he replied absentmindedly, the tent was dead silent.

Arial woke to feel a headache, she held her forehead, feeling embattled in her thoughts, just then, the door was opened and Jo came in bearing a tray.

Arial looked in his direction and saw him smiling, she frown when saw an apron around his waist.

"stop keeping that face" he chided, she giggled, and he placed the tray on the table.

"Here is your breakfast on be.." he said, and bowed slightly, gesturing with an outstretched arm, Arial threw her head backwards and laugh.

"Oh!"

He exclaimed and fished out a tablet, and showed Arial.

"This will help you with your headache," she said, and rubbed his palms together, "I have to go check on, what I was cooking in the kitchen," he said and left, she stared at the meal he had prepared, her smile widened.

Chin glared at the man who knelt before him, he raised his hand and his palm landed on his face.

Smack!

"All of you are useless, you all are useless" he roared, feeling frustrated, he grabbed a bottle on the table and smashed it on the marble floor.

Bang!

broken pieces of bottle littered, the marbled floor, he gritted his teeth and his eyes turned bloodshot, he went over to the man kneeling and grabbed his neck roughly, he glared at him fiercely.

"I don't want to hear any excuse from you, bring the bastard here!" he screamed, he let him go and sunk on his sofa and buried his face in his palms.

He suddenly started weeping, he raised his head and still saw him kneeling "get lost!" he hollered, and he quickly scurried from the room.

Chin poured himself a glass of liquor, and downed it at a go, he closed his eyes savouring the bittersweet taste that lingered in his mouth, he took another, till he was too tipsy to continue drinking.

He stood before his men and did a headcount, his closest subordinate came over and whispered to him, he nodded and smiled.

"Those who want to stay, should hand up," Sylvester said, the group of men looked at themselves, everyone raised his or her hands.

He wasn't satisfied "if don't want to stay, raise your hand," he said and folded his arms looking at their faces one after the other.

Suddenly a hand was raised from behind, he looked closely and saw that the hand was raised by a man in his