A deranged devil

“Have you found him, yet?” The devil asked the second group he dispatched.

“No, we—”

“Find him! What the hell are you wasting time for?” He growled at them before he disconnected, to call the others.

And like the first set they called, none of them has gotten anything tangible.

“Drive faster!” He growled at Scorpion, whose hands were shaking.

Though the devil hasn't done anything to him yet. It doesn't mean he's off the hook.

“Yes, sir.”

Scorpion drove like a deranged man.

They have been at this for a full day, but no one has gotten Kon's location.

It was as if the people who took him, disappeared into thin air.

The devil had his men in other countries, searching for Kon, but none have made progress at all, and none have slept.

The devil had them searching for Kon throughout the night, while he did the same with Scorpion.

He checked with their rival gangs, but there was no sign of Kon.

The devil's knuckles were bloody, and splotches of blood were on his clothes, but he didn't