"Ugh, fine you little shit."

"Nothing ," Renjun answered with a sarcastic tone.

I slouched on my sofa while reading reports.

My door slammed open revealing Haechan slightly running towards me.

"Big trouble."

I asked.

"An informant send us this."

My eyes widened. Anger rushed down my veins.

i command Haechan.

He nodded.

I rub my temples.

Dealing with the rumors have already exhausted the hell out off me. Now explosives?

I own Zhong Company. But i definetly am fucked up right now.

The night crawls to it's peak while the boy with orange hair had drawn his eyes on his colleague's laptop.

A room of six boys have been trying to track the uploader of the threatening post.

Post like these could be used as a 'hostage' for other groups that want to take down Zhong Company.

The loss of profit if that happened would be unimaginable.

But Chenle had thought of the other way around. He could take benefits from the situation.

They rush things over. Calling a few people here and there to track.

Finally one of them found the culprit.

The boy named Jaemin called the number they managed to track down.

(The one called : italic)

"Hello?"

A woman.

"Good evening ma'am."

"Good evening...?" The woman called sounded hesistant.

"You have been trying to bring danger to Zhong Company, is that right?" the boy asked.

Chenle tapping his foot impatiently behind him.

"I don't get what you were saying sir."

Chenle snapped as he grew impatient.

Jaemin ended the call.

"We might have to track her location next."

Chenle gave Jaemin a nudge on his shoulder which send shivers down Jaemin's spine, wondering why Chenle was eager to find the culprit. Jaemin thought that by taking the post down, it would mean no harm for them.

But little did he know, Chenle was keen to make the benefit probability to life.

The morning eventually came by after a sleepless night.

Chenle's office door opened.

An unconscious girl tied up with her mouth and eyes covered.

Chenle reached for a bottle of alcohol and began pouring on the poor girl with no face expression.

Fortunately the girl moved her body after Jisung, the youngest of the six boys, took of the fabric that covered her face earlier.

Chenle and the girl in front of him said at the same time.

The girl trying to get on her feet to run. Just the right timing, Haechan strangled her down with his jacket to the cold black marble floor.

A picture was shown to the girl. Leaving her jaw hanging open.

My body was once again slammed on to the floor in the presence of this orange haired jerk, now with the help of someone else.

A laptop screen is now in front of me, displaying a screenshot of my post.

Before i could think what to react to that, my jaw opened.

Crap.

Chenle smirked at me.