「An abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.」
In a room on the top floor that resembled a warehouse, there were two men in suits. One was seated, while the other stood beside him, his posture deferential.
"Speak! Why did you let Damian Xavier get away so easily? We didn't even get the shares, you useless fool!" The seated man viciously kicked the man in the black suit standing beside him, knocking him to the ground.
The man who was kicked down winced in pain. His sunglasses clattered to the floor, revealing a long scar across his chin.
"I'm sorry, Boss. That Damian Xavier guy is just too damn good. There was no way a few of us could handle him. Now Owen and the others have been locked up, and it's all his doing."
The man who had been sitting shot a cold glance at the one on the floor. Without another word, he stood up and turned to leave.
