Flashback to the events before the drug trade happened.
"Bro, guess what? I found the perfect person to blame for all the crimes. I did a great job, right?" Greg excitedly told me.
"You're proud when it was the Protector Agency who did the job for you. Don't take their credit," I teased.
"Come on, Bro, I still contributed to it. I'm the one who instructed them to do the job well," Greg protested.
"Fine, fine. You did a great job. So tell me, who's this person perfect to take the blame?" I asked with curiosity.
"It's Mr. Siapno's butler," Greg said in a hanging tone.
I waited for a few minutes, but he did not continue.
Damn, this kid doesn't want to continue unless I ask.
Left with no choice, I asked, "So what about this butler?"
"It's a long story, do you want to hear it, Brother Blaze?" Greg said teasingly.
"Come on, stop playing around and just tell me."
