Chapter 11

The individual became the color of a tomato, and his short and gray hair seemed to have shivered a little more than they already were. He wore a suit, but you could see the tattoos on his wrists as they reached his fingers. He did not consist of being used to wearing those clothes for more than how to cross the city and try to push money into the hands of Rob's team to get heavy weapons. And with all conviction it did not consist of being used to listening to negatives as direct as that. He got up in an impetus, throwing his chair back with anger rising to his face.

"You are making the biggest mistake of your life, Mr. Washington," shouted the individual, pointing a finger at Rob. The veins in his neck were skipped and still from afar it consisted of being possible to see how the droplets of his saliva splashed by the fury in his words. " Certain people are capable of having chaos to deal with rich and snobbish people like you. In any case, they are people. I have friends from