Chapter108: Fate Not Trade

"Fratti… it's me, J. Belgenza!" said James with a flat expression without a smile. James's handsome face did turn into a cold-blooded psychopath when he acted that way. "Oh, bastard kid… why did you call me, heh!" chirped Fratti through the phone call. "Tell your boss I want to talk to him now!" James clapped back with the same cold tone.  "Who the hell are you to give me order, you bastard!" Fratti curses. Delilah even could be heard his pitched when he cursed James. However, she was standing next to James. James glanced slightly at Delilah, who then chose to lower her head. "Next time, I'll blow your head off. Give your boss your phone, goddammit! I don't want to talk much to a dog like you!" slapped James harshly. "HEY... I'M GONNA SHOOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD!" James slightly raised the corners of his lips to smirk even more. He liked to irritate Fratti with a nice clap of a bad joke. If one day met that bald moron, James would behead him immediately. "I'm waiting, Fratti. Don't piss me