The sound of punches and grunts was the only thing that could be heard in the alley.
While one of the attackers, a white-haired man in his fifties with a rock-solid physique, held Erick back, the old man's subordinate drove his fist into Erick's face and stomach, and he grunted in pain.
"Why is a troublemaker like you meddling in Clifford's business?" The old man asked, between blows from his subordinate.
"I just... I found it interesting..." Erick joked, spitting out some blood.
"Elliot, give him a few more drops of sense..." The old man said.
And his subordinate, Elliot - a boy of about eighteen, with black hair, brown eyes, and the appearance of a sixties street kid - struck Erick again, even harder.
***
After his meeting with Reinhardt, Erick went back to the hotel and slept.
The next day, Erick woke up to some text messages on his smartphone.
