Bughh! Bughh! Bughh!!!
"You incompetents! You're all dead!" Galih beat his men relentlessly. "I paid you all so much for what?! To fail?! To embarrass my family?!"
He was breathing heavily, his face red with emotion.
He had just received a report: The assassination of Alesio Xander had been a complete failure.
Not only had they failed to kill him, but they hadn't even managed to inflict a single wound on Alesio. Galih had spent a lot of money on those hitmen.
"You say you're professionals! You say you've handled big targets before! But in reality?!" Galih kicked a chair hard. "You can't defeat one man?! Just one man?!"
"Excuse us, Young Master," one of his men tried to defend himself, clutching his bruised face. "That target... he wasn't alone. There were professional bodyguards around him. And the woman with him... she also—"
"I don't want to hear excuses!" Galih interrupted harshly.
