After ten minutes, Francis returned.
Elder Dogo asked, "Has the problem been resolved?"
Francis replied, nodding, "I have tampered with their car. The road they are going to take leads straight to heaven."
"Humph, they don't have a place in heaven. They only belong in hell." Elder Dogo muttered in anger.
Francis pretended he hadn't heard and changed the topic: "Sir, how would you like to handle those two men?"
Elder Dogo, instantly regaining his calm from the rage, rubbed his chin in thought. After a while, he spoke, "Let's keep them captive for now. Regardless of whether they are the murderers of my son, if my son wished for them to die, let them accompany him in death!"
"Understood," Francis nodded.
Elder Dogo continued, "When a person dies, they can't come back to life. We should recover from the grief as soon as possible."
"Indeed, sir. The young master would be pleased to see you recovering from the grief and finding new strength," Francis agreed.
