Alex arrived at an estate, each building in this estate is next to the other, the place looked congested but each apartment was beautiful, Alex was not here to check out how beautiful the apartments are. He's not supposed to do this if Ben or his other assistants were not busy, visiting Vandlar Orleans', New Zealand's most lazy man should not be the first thing one would do in the morning.
Over here he's not called Alex or Mr. Wilson, but The Mighty Mongrel Mob. He stepped into the cozy apartment which stood alone amongst the rest of the tall buildings, only to get hold of the most disgusting sight he's ever seen in his existence. Vandlar.
"Why don't you tell me what the fuck is going on here Vandlar?"
