C758 Bk 3: Ch– 217 Verdict(pt-1)

Blood dripped on the purple carpet as the hooded figure walked in. The leather boots were silent on the soft carpet. Houman watched as the figure approached. “This time, I can’t clean it; I have to replace the carpet.” Houman bites the bottom of his lips.

“Everything is as ordered.” He made a slight bow.

“You worked hard. I am sorry for the carpet, though.” The reply was raspy