“What!” Charles yelled out angrily whilst banging his folded fist on his office desk. He rose up to his feet. His eyes flashing red in visible anger. His annoyance which was mixed with the feeling of fear shook his marrows on hearing Bruce’s words.

“What did you just say?” Charles asked again although he had heard him clearly the first time.

“I found Lisa’s body in that boy’s family apartment” Bruce voice stated again from the other end of the phone.

Charles lip trembled, fear of the unknown hovered around him.

“Gather the boys immediately. Recover the body. Kill everyon3e who knows about the corpse except the boy, I’ll finish him myself” Charles ordered and dropped the call.

He could not believe that his rival would be a peasant boy. He won’t let a common boy be the reason of his downfall. He was willing to get his hands dirty just to win.

He turned to the wall and gazed at the portrait hanging on the wall. He let out a smile, a remarkable portrait he thought, but then the thought