Ragib touched his forehead, and his head was covered with a dark cloud. "I can't enjoy it... I'll practice it again and fight again next time."
Aman picked up the tea sent by the housekeeper and said, "Even if you have been trained for another ten years, you are still no match for me."
Ragib's eyebrows twitched, and he looked at the conceited man in front of him. "... You really dare to say that. Aman, you just wait and see."
"Give me the results of the investigation." Aman was too lazy to drag it down. "I want to see the answer I want to see."
Ragib's attention was drawn back from the defeated chess game, and his expression only changed for a second.
He sighed and handed the folder next to him to Aman. "I went to Italy in the past few days and searched according to the background of the Italian businessman. As expected, I found the person who had a connection with the gangster. However, I can't guarantee 100% that. I can only say 50.
