*Cough*
*Cough*
"Well, that, *cough* was anticlimactic," Oliver muttered when the body of the fatty fell onto the floor.
The headless corpse fell and rolled over to the side as the smell of burnt hair and blood spread across the room.
"Now that he is no more, may I talk with his father? " he asked the shocked people standing in the room.
"I am out of grenades, and it's safe. It was difficult to act like a fool and get captured. It's high time that we ended it." Oliver spoke while his body healed.
The contingency he prepared before being captured was vibrating in his body.
Meanwhile, no one wanted to call the CEO of M-fresh into the basement. The situation was too bad even to consider that.
What would happen when he saw the headless corpse of his son?
They didn't want even to imagine it.
"Well then, plan C it is." He muttered under his breath.
