Tony yawned in a room that looked dull. Every now and then he glanced at the glass wall beside him with a slight sneer. He had been there for quite some time, yet no one had seen him. When he was detained in a cold cell, no one wanted to see him either. At most, only the prison guard who brought him food.
"Hey, whoever heard this! I am bored! I want to get out fast! If you have any business with me, hurry up and finish it right now!" Tony grumbled. "Today my massage parlor voucher will expire! I have to use it immediately!"
However, no one answered. Tony snorted and crossed his arms over chest. He waited a few more minutes until finally, the door to the room creaked open and Jon entered. He did not display his signature smile and instead looked sour.
"Hello old man." Tony is grinning.
Jon sat across from Tony and intertwined his fingers. "Yesterday there was a shootout and fire at Tristan's mansion. Your son's whereabouts are unknown."
