Far away from the drug lord's villa, Damien stood inside a closed-off abandoned building located in the middle of nowhere, holding on to his smartphone with one hand.
"...You see, Mr. Oliver, my side is also quite eager to have a meeting with you."
There was a dark excitement visible on his face as he masterfully masked that dangerous emotion, continuing to speak in a deep, contemplative tone instead.
"But the problem we're facing now is that....the location of this meeting has to be set on neutral grounds. And please note that this is a non-negotiable condition for us to proceed further."
Damien then slowly turned around, looking at the place he was working on until this phone call arrived, his eyes subtly glowing with an ominous light.
Countless torn pieces of plastic explosives and sliced-up wires were messily spread all around him, along with a half-used reel of tape that had been dropped next to his shoes.
