The people beside them all risked glancing over.
The bodyguard standing next to them was about to step forward, but Casare gestured with his hand to not bother, and reached into his pocket to hand over a cigarette.
"Sorry~" Damien Jarvis raised his hands in apology, took the cigarette, and put it in his mouth with a tremble.
"I learned about Mr. Victor's deeds from television, and I know clearly, if anyone could help me, it would only be him, I am out of options."
Casare stood up to light the cigarette for him, "No need to apologize, do you want revenge?"
"But there...there's no evidence!"
"We never need any damn evidence when dealing with matters, for drug traffickers, our policy is always to err on the side of killing rather than letting go, do you know to which Mafia they belong?"
"The New York Lucchese Crime Family!"
"They pressured me into being discharged from the military!"
