“Master!! What happened?” A guy in a black suit rushed over to Micah, who was wrapped up in bandages. His bone of the left hand was fractured while his cheek was bruised.
“I got into a fight,” Said Micah with a plain voice, “Don’t tell father about this,” said Micah.
“As you wish boss,” The butler lowered his head and responded professionally.
The door to the VIP room opened and a few men in black suits walked in. Each holding two black leather briefcases.
“Master!” they spoke together and hung their heads low in respect. “After taking care of the Carter, we raided his apartment and found out shipments there,” reported one of the men and placed a briefcase in front of Micah.
“Open it,” Ordered Micah. The man unlocked the briefcase and opened it up. To reveal a red cushion-like base on which neatly cut white diamonds were decorated. Each diamond was about the size of a pea. Micah looked at the rest of the briefcases with a dissatisfied look in his eyes.