"Fucking greedy bastard!" Carrion punched the wall and made a small crack. He was so blinded by anger that he didn't realize he had dislocated his wrist from that punch.
Rasmus and Aris were sitting on the couch, enjoying their tea, while Javi was leaning against the wall next to the window. Daryus was as angry as Carrion, but he could control his emotions better, standing in front of the window next to Javi.
"They could hear you if you keep doing that," Rasmus said and took a sip of his tea.
"I don't fucking care! Those old farts only care about wealth even though we are going against demons! They think their wealth would make any difference when their lives might be taken away by those demons at any time?!" Carrion said as he gritted his teeth, beginning to feel the pain in his wrist.
