Boss Falco looked slightly taken aback by the Chairman's response, but then let out a quick sigh of relief.
"Th… Thank you, sir."
The Chairman continued, "Mr. Neil, your client doesn't know his place. I understand his threats against you put you in a tight spot, but you should teach him a lesson."
Hearing the Chairman's non-aggressive responses, Boss Falco's expression finally relaxed and a playful smile arose on his lips.
"About that, sir, after that night he led my men to an ambush, I had them continue following him. And last night, one of them saw him entering Z-Planet, the biggest club owned by the Swedes. I didn't believe it when I was told, but apparently, the kid came out around an hour or two after entering with a couple of Swedes chasing him. They returned empty-handed, unable to catch him, while an ambulance also arrived shortly after. A Swede was rolled into it in a stretcher, while a few others were treated for minor injuries…"
