Chapter 142 Chaotic mess

Robert had arranged to meet with his family old partner in crime. They had agreed to meet in an abandoned, dark building on the outskirts of the city. As Robert stepped inside, he couldn't help but look around in disgust. The place was dank and reeked of mold. “Some things never change,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head at the lack of class his old mate still exhibited. Two men suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Without a word, they motioned for him to follow. They led him into a dimly lit room. It was so dark that Robert could barely make out the figures of two other men standing guard at the back. In the center of the room was a rusty table, and behind it sat a shadowy figure, half-hidden by the light that barely illuminated the space. Robert took a cautious step closer, squinting to see the man’s face. “I have information about your father,” he said, his voice steady despite the eerie atmosphere. The man behind the table smiled, a grin so sinister i