Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 162

"Dumb bastard."

Damien cussed again. There was no one at his front, nor beside him which the cuss had been directed to. He looked at his back again at the cab drifting away. The cab which had driven him there.

"Dumb system."

It seemed like he had a sort of quarrel with the system. The system had wronged him by not allowing him to travel with the speed of the wind like he used to do.

Looking back at his front, he considered the structure of the building with his scrutinising eyes.

"This must be the hide of the BMX group."

It looked like a modern tower but not too tall. The surrounding was neat and quiet. Serene. He looked around if he could find anyone at all. At least, he should get to understand the environment of his new firm.

Soon enough he saw some set of youth walking towards his direction. They were well dressed unlike him. From the look of things, he could tell why the fellow had come there.

He watched them bring out their phones. He should stay for a little longer but he felt in his guts that something might happen. He didn't want to pick a fight. He was a seasoned man. He didn't want what would make him have an argument with a youth.

He approached the building and walked into it. As soon as he entered into the well designed lobby, he noticed prying eyes. He should call Matthew at once.

While he was at the process of bringing out his phone, he heard a voice from his front.

"Don't you think you are abusing the opportunity?"

He couldn't make the call he wanted to anymore. He looked up at the young man who was dressed in tan suits walking towards him.

"Beg your pardon?"

He didn't quite catch up on the gust of the man's argument.

"Imagine... beg your pardon."

The man repeated his words in a manner which was close to mockery.

"You should take your leave as we speak."

WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE LIKE THIS? ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO ASK ME WHAT I'M DOING HERE? WHY IS HE SO QUICK TO ARRIVE AT A CONCLUSION?

Damien noticed the man looking at from head to toe.

OH NOW I GET. IT MUST BE BECAUEE I'M NOT DRESSED LAVISHLY.

That was the only reasonable point which he could gather from the look of things.

"Is the only language your understand force? I said get the fuck out of my sight. Do you even have an idea where you are?"

The youth had a tough face, closing the pace between him and Damien. Damien stared at him for a while. He didn't know what to do with him. He could break every bone in the lad's body but he wouldn't.

He returned his attention to his phone and texted.

"Come to the lobby..."

And immediately he pushed the send button, he felt a wave of air inspired by a sharp movement. When he realised what was happening, his phone was already in the hand of the lad.

"Do you really want to die? I'm talking to you and you're punching your phone. Wahh... this little shit."

The lad raised his hand and almost brought it down across Damien's face, but he hesitated.

He reached out his hand quickly to push Damien towards the door,

"Out of my sight. Do you want the owner of the group to find a pauper in his lobby? He should be here in no time... get the fuck out of my sight when I'm still being nice."

"What do you think you are doing?"

Came the familiar voice from behind the lad. When he turned around, Damien looked up point in him.

"Boss..."

The lad's voice suddenly became shaky.

"You better have a good explanation."

Mathew made sure to stress when he got to them. Damien had given him a signal to pretend as though he didnt know him.

"It's not something you should worry yourself about. I'll deal with this fool very soon. Is that why you came down... you don't have to stress yourself."

The lad gloated, keeping a respectful gaze on Matthew. Mathew looked from him to Damien.