Stalker

In a villa outside the country.

"Boss." A man along with two of his lackeys approached an old man sitting in the veranda of the villa.

The old man holding a cigarette surrounded by bodyguards glanced at the newcomer with an impassive look. "Have you found them?" He asked and then blew out a cloud of white smoke.

The man lowered his head and replied with "No."

"But something happened to Money." the man said with caution.

The old man remained impassive. "Continue."

"He was taken by the people from the Twelve Army."

The old man finally made a change of expression. With a frown, he said, "Are you sure it was Twelve Army?"

"Yes, Boss. Arthur was one of them." The man nodded her head.

The old man was silent. Why would the Twelve Army take one of his men? Ever since his business started. He tried to avoid crossing paths with the Twelve Army.