did it, and I have no say 'causing the website, and now, it is trending, we can't do anything" he tried to reason with him.
"Fuck you! Ask him to pull it down, we are clamping on the information" he insisted.
Philipay was exasperated, "I have done something about it, and it is going to take a while" he snapped.
"Fuck, I..."
The man's voice coming from the phone's speaker trailed off, Uncle Philipay's face became sullen, he stood and walked to his bar, he gulped down an entire bottle of vodka, he wiped his lips and went to freshen up.
Many notifications popped up in his computer system, it started very slow and it began to 'cause turmoil, he smiled knowingly.
A murderous intent appeared in his eyes "let us see how you are going to escape all these assassins" he mumbled and went to bed.
The black web was bustling, as the offer of killing someone worth billions of dollars, they were all going haywire, every assassin in the globe was en route to Province V.
A man knocked on the door of Jeame, "come in" a voice spoke from inside, the man came in, he bowed before Jeame, who stood from the bed, without putting on a shirt.
"You sent for me, King Jeame," the man who came in said, Jeame nodded.
"I did," he said and stretched his arm holding a photograph, the man stepped forward and received it.
"I want you to search for the girl around the country, don't let any stone unturn" Jeame instructed.
He nodded and left, Jeame came down and saw Jasper properly dressed for lectures.
"You are up early today" Jeame commented with a smile, Jasper rolled his eyes "I have morning lectures" he responded.
The both of them strode towards the car, and entered, Jeame handed the steering, and drove them out of the compound, they were on the road for forty minutes before coming to a halt at the outskirts of the City.
Jeame became apprehensive, as they got close to a mountain area, he stepped on the brake and diverted the car off the road.
Boom!
Fire erupted, as the tarred road was stroke with a bomb, he came out of the car and darted towards the direction of the mountain.
A man with a missile "fuck!" Cursed and he retreated from the mountain, running away, when he looked behind, Jeame was close.
"Damn it! Why is he so fast?" He cursed, and tried to stage another attack, he barely positioned, when a swift kick landed on his cheek.
Smack!
He fell to the ground, his head knocking on a rock, he became weak instantly, Jeame picked him up with just an arm and lifted him "who sent you?" He asked.
The man opened his mouth, blood covered his teeth, he smiled ruefully "a billion-dollar don't come easily after all" he spoke.
Jeame squinted his eyes at him, he grasped his throat and lifted him with
just the mountain