The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 159.

"You're complaining over the phone that you want to talk to me in person, and when you have me in front of you, you stay silent like an idiot," said Charles Ballmer while lighting a cigarette he had taken from his pocket.

Ander mustered the courage to ignore the cries for help and desperate banging coming from inside the container, so he could speak clearly and directly to Charles.

"I arrived at the Britannia and found it completely deserted. No one was using my drug, all because of the disappearances of some girls leaving the club," Ander complained.

"I thought you didn't care about the club's profits. What does it matter if there are customers or not?" Charles responded, exhaling nicotine smoke directly from his lungs. The smoke immediately dissipated into the air.

"Of course I care about having customers. I need them to know they must respect me."

"Rule number two of this business, kid," Charles Ballmer pointed at Ander with the fingers holding the lit cigarette.

"Rule number two?"