Chapter Five

Keyller straightened his lazy back that was leaning on the sofa upon hearing those words. "Fuck? Where is he right now?" He stood while still holding the iPad with the photo of his enemy on the screen. His face was covered with disbelief and shock.

Federico stood silent. Keyller dropped the iPad on the table and slumped back on the sofa. The grim expression of his boss showed the answer to his questions. He couldn't believe it. Not Supremo. Not him! Supremo was his one and only close person in their gang. The only person he trusted was his runaway butler.

Keyller clenched his fist tightly and his cold and vicious face showed. Another important person was taken away from him. They will f*cking pay for this!

"He is in the mortuary. If you want to see him, I advise you to keep your cool before rushing to get the culprit. I don't want to lose another hand," Federico warned him.

Federico couldn't seem to utter a word but he forced himself to answer. Like Keyller, their leader was also fond of Supremo. He is one of the best assassins. They may have the heart of a murderer, but they have a thick brotherhood bond towards their comrades. It was impossible for Keyller to believe that he easily died just like that.

Keyller stood up from the sofa and went straight to the door. Shadow ran after him. Before stepping out, he looked back to Federico, "I am sorry to crush your hope, Federico. If keeping my cool is equal to letting my men die, I would rather go berserk." With that, Keyller slammed the door closed, leaving his leader slumped gloomily on his seat.

When Keyller arrived at the mortuary, he didn't stay long. He left after checking Supremo's body. It's not that he doesn't want to see his dead friend, but it is different to see it in pieces. And he left because he couldn't bear the anger boiling inside him while seeing the chopped body of Supremo. Yes, chopped. Federico is right, their enemy is not ordinary if he could easily dismember someone like Supremo.

It was a short drive to their lair in the east downtown. Driving his BMW X6 sedan, he arrives at midnight at one of their casinos where the target is spreading his wings. He is sure to cut it painfully tonight. After giving his key to the valet, he proceeded inside the club. The casino was located underground. He had already gathered all the information about his target on his way here. It is known that the target is always raiding at this hour.

Keyller tucked his sword, which was in its short form, at his back and took out a rubber band that was always in his pocket to tie his curly and shoulder-length hair. He didn't carry a gun as it was noisy, he preferred his sword and another two pocket knives that were carefully hidden under the soles of his combat shoes. His eyes wore a deadly stare and an unreadable expression on his face as he walked straight downstairs to the casino.

An employee, an unfamiliar face, immediately approached Keyller with all the smiles as he reached the inside. She was obviously flirting with him and Keyller felt the urge to just smash her head on the concrete counter.

"Do you want to gamble, sir?"

Stupid, naive woman!

"Step back!" he snarled.

But the employee seemed oblivious to his no-woman attitude and took a glass of whiskey from the passing waiter before handing it to him with a flirty wink. She wanted to wound her hand around his arm but before she could even touch him, Keyller swiftly took his sword and, without unsheathing it, he pointed it to the employee's neck.

"I said back off." His voice was cold and filled with heavy killing intent. His gaze went straight into the employee's eyes, which were now cowering in fear.

"Woah! Easy there, buddy!"

A teasing voice stopped Keyller from what he was doing. He frowned in resistance but put back his sword before facing the owner of that voice that was now standing beside him. His face was still painted with irritation.

"Discipline your people, Draco. If you don't want me to cut her throat," he said with hostility. He took a step and left the two to sit in his favorite spot, the corner where he could see the people entering the underground casino.

Draco took the glass of whiskey from the employee, but instead of reprimanding her, they both shared a secret look before the employee went to the back entrance of the casino. While Draco walked towards Keyller and passed him the drink before sitting next to him. A light smile hung on his lips.

Keyller accepted the whiskey and drank all of it before putting it on the table with his sword. His serious face looked at Draco. "Do you know who did it?"

Draco inwardly smirked when Keyller drank the liquor. He composed himself before answering while languidly leaning his back on his seat like he didn't care at all. He knows the sequence of events Keyller is asking for. Keyller did not need to explain.

"It looks like he knows you, Rafael. Because he will only close the deal if it is you." Draco leaned forward so they would get closer. "Do you have a sort of agreement with him? Is that why Supremo suffered in his hands?"

Keyller narrowed his eyes as he looked darkly at Draco. This guy has been harboring animosity towards him ever since he was appointed as Federico's right hand. He was not even shocked if he was showing his colors now.

"Seems to know me? By the tone of your voice, you are suggesting that I have something to do with Supremo's death. Don't play games with me, Draco. I know you hate me. Don't worry, I felt the same." Keyller twisted his mouth into a devilish smirk. "But keep in mind that I am protective of my people and if someone is trying to start shit on me I will slash their neck open."

Draco didn't answer but remained composed in his seat. There was a flash of anger in his eyes but it quickly vanished before Keyller could see it.

Keyller continued, "Now, why don't you show me who killed Supremo and I will take back his life? Federico already gave me a report about that man, but it was vague. I need the timing. I guess you're already aware of that." He took his sword and slammed the tip of it on the table while holding the hilt tightly. His expression clouded with a deadly aura. He can't wait to kill. Just remembering Supremo's dismembered body makes him flare up.

"You are asking me who killed Supremo? Isn't he right in front of me?"