Glancing at Weasel, Luke said casually, "If possible, get your friend to prepare a notice to close down the business. Issue it to this Sister Margaret's Bar tomorrow morning."
John repeated his words to the person on the other end.
Looking at them, Weasel hesitated.
He had people in the ATF, and wouldn't be scared by Luke's empty words.
Luke and the others didn't leave. They continued drinking Coke and beer and chatting.
Less than five minutes later, Weasel's phone rang.
Looking at the number, his heart skipped a beat.
He walked away and picked up the call. The person on the other end said, "You stinky rat. You don't want to do business anymore? How dare you provoke the Detective Bureau?"
Weasel lowered his voice. "What happened?"
The person on the other end of the line said, "My boss just told me that if I can't solve your problem tonight, I'll be dealing with your bar tomorrow."
