Sikander (the one in the flower-printed shirt) and the other gang members were drinking in the territory. The table was littered with bottles, and smoke filled the air.
"Vice Boss, where's Aden? Is he coming?" one of the men asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Sikander replied, taking a sip from his bottle.
"Why ask such dumb questions? He killed the boss's brother. Do you really think he'd let that slide?" one of the men shouted.
"Yeah, you bet. The boss is gonna torture and kill that little punk. Just you wait," another man said with a grin.
"Ahh, I want to see that punk's face after that," they all laughed.
Sikander calmly responded, "I think you all have the wrong idea."
"What?" The men stopped laughing, confused.
Sikander slammed his bottle down on the table. "If the boss wanted him dead, I would've killed him on the spot. The boss isn't interested in his brother. He's happy because his brother's death means a bigger share for him."
