Meanwhile…
Billionaire coughed up blood, wincing at the pain stinging his abdomen and other parts of his body. He wiped the blood dripping from his nose, smearing it across his upper lip. His vision blurred slightly as he looked around the place he was in now.
As expected, he had been taken to one of the guards' houses near their posts.
"Fuckers," he spat to the side, blood staining his spit.
Billionaire and his crew had taken down a few men stationed at the port, but because of their numbers, they were outnumbered. So, they were easily seized in a matter of five minutes. Yet, he chuckled at the thought.
"That's long enough," he muttered. And he was still alive.
"Hey!" he shouted at the door, cuffed to the wooden chair he was seated on. "I'm leaving now! You think cuffing me to this wooden chair will stop me from leaving?!"
He could easily break the chair and go on with his life.
