Abyss guild master

Bullet just passed an inch away from Roan's left ear.

" haha haha"

Munna Bhai started laughing upon hearing his reply.

Roan, on the other hand, just had a minor heart attack. This was so shocking. This moterfcker really fired. It was not like any movie where gangsters only pulled out their guns just to threaten. 

Roan maintained his poker face, but his legs were shaking. Roan moved his hand on his pants to check the condition. Few it's not wet… yet. He stared deeply at Munna Bhai.

Looking at him, Munna Bhai commented.

"mmmm, still standing with dry pants. Good"

This bitch…

Looking into Roan's eyes, Munna Bhai asks.

"Are you cursing me in your mind?"

Roan stopped staring at him and speak in a monotonous voice. "How can I dare to do that, Bhai?"

"Complete lie. How much you are cursing me is written on your face."

Roan did not say anything, just kept quiet.

Nodding his head Munna Bhai asked, "So, you are using me just to save your time?"

Roan stared down and close his eyes. He tries to ready himself for the next bullet. Maybe this time somewhere on his body. Not anywhere on his body… Not anywhere on his body. He prays to god.

"Hahhahaahha"

Laughter of Munna Bhai heard in the room.

Laughing, Munna Bhai stared at Roan and then at the picture on the mobile phone screen.

"Well, you are paying a sufficient amount for your request. I will arrange a meeting between you."

Roan said at this time. "Bhai, I only need a phone meeting with him. "

Munna Bhai looked at Roan. He raised his eyebrows and asked. "Are you sure? You still need to pay Silver Token of Gratitude, no matter if it is a virtual or in-person meeting."

"No problem, Bhai I do not need to meet sir in person to propose my idea to him."

On outward, Roan confidently replied to Munna Bhai.

' I cannot meet that person. That guy is the most wanted businessman/ mafia, Don. There are fuking 20 countries that issue a lookout notice for that guy in the past. My heart could not handle that meeting. You have to avoid a personnel meeting with him. You have to avoid personnel meeting him.' His heart is screaming the same thing on repeat to him.

To convince his weak heart to stop him from backing down from this decision, he had to start thinking about his life as top G. His life with multiple sports cars, a yacht, a pool full of gals with him alone…

Roan continues to imagine his life as top g to gain some confidence.

Munna Bhai nodded his head with approval seeing Roan's confidence. He took out his phone and called the person. He places the phone on the speaker.

A voice came from the phone.

" Hello?"

Munna Bhai said. "Good morning Sir."

"Good morning. Why do you call me?"

"Sir, there is a person who wants to have a meeting with you.."

"Munna, you know I do not have enough time."

"Sir, but he is paying something special for this meeting."

"Something special …"

"Yes sir, He is willing to give us a Silver Token of Gratitude for the meeting. "

" mmmm"

"And sir, he does not want a meeting in person. A phone or online meeting will do. "

" OK"

"Sir, he is standing next to me. Should I connect him to the call?"

"Sure."

Munna Bhai slid his phone toward Roan, picking the phone with his shaking hand, Roan said. "Good morning, sir. My in-game name is Grave."

" mmmm"

Without waiting any time, Roan dropped the bomb. "Sir, I want the Deamon prince position in your guild."

There was silence in the room. On the side, Munna Bhai also had his eyes wide open hearing this.

After a few secs, the voice on the phone once again spoke.

"How do you know about this?"

Roan said nervously. "Sir, I know someone who told me about the grandness of your guild."

The voice on the phone asked."OK, so what is your current level?"

Roan said in a low tone. "Sir level 10"

The voice on the phone angrily spoke. "You know that there are only 10 Deamon prince positions in our guild and we provide a hundred percent support to Deamon prince. "

"Yes, sir."

"Then how the fck do you think you will convince me to make you a level 10-20 player a Deamon prince when the other Deamon princes were all at lvl 150 +? Munna, do not waste my time with lunatics."

Munna Bhai shook his head at Roan.

Roan shouted at this time.  "Just give me 2 minutes sir. I just want 2 minutes of your time to convince you. You will hardly lose much by giving me 2 minutes but I assure you that you will gain far much if you just give me this time. I will put my life for these 2 minutes"

Once again, there was silence in the room.

Then the voice on the phone spoke. "You have 1 min go ahead."

"That is more than sufficient, sir."

Voice in phone speak." go your time. Start now."

Roan spoke. "Sir, I have a hidden class."

An unimpressed voice on the phone replied.

"There are thousands of unique classes in the game."

Roan nodded his head and walked toward Munna Bhai. He picked up his phone from the table and run back. Roan then asks the person on the call.

"Can you tell me your personal email Id, sir? I just want to send you one pic that will clear all things up. Please send me a personal one where nobody else can see what I am about to send you."

"mmmm, here XADFFDA@@@gfag."

Roan sends a picture of his bone sword to the Abyss guild master.

The picture of the sword also has the name of the sword. Unending Tyranny (bounded)

After that, Roan also sends his current level pic (only level) in the email. Sending the email, Roan said. "Sir, can you please check the email which I sent to you?"

" ...….."

Silence. Roan looked the Munna Bhai who is confused about the whole conversation and spoke loudly.

"Bhai, the person who came with me, is one of your money recovery agents. You can get my whole detail from him."

Munna Bhai just confusedly nodded his head.

Roan turned to the phone. "Sir 1 min up. I am waiting for your reply. Thank you for giving me your precious time. "Saying that Roan slides the phone back to Munna Bhai.

Munna Bhai looked at Roan. He was like, what happened? He was expecting a speech or something, but what the hell happened here?

Munna Bhai picked the phone from one hand and the gun from the other

He asked the person on call.

"Sir. What to do?"