His soul-Chapter 298: Murder on RedFox

RedFox, Barcelona 11.00 AM.

Massimo sat silently, listening to the explanation of his men who were reporting the chronology of the murder of one of the sons of a oil businessman from Dubai this morning when the sun was about to rise. Currently in front of RedFox, there are also reporters who want to ask for an explanation from Massimo as the owner of the place where the sadistic murder took place whose perpetrators are not yet known.

As right-hand man, Martin replaced Massimo, interacting with all the RedFox staff who were on the scene. With the CCTV footage that has been secured, Martin tries to find out the truth by asking the kneeling people one by one.

"It happened so fast, Capt. The middle eastern man was trying to get Valerie to go to the hotel when the stabbing happened."

"As for the culprit, we really can’t see it, sir. Everything happened quickly and neatly, as if this incident really had been orchestrated for quite some time."

Even though he didn’t speak, Massimo was still a good listener, digesting the information of his employees who were at the scene one by one while watching CCTV footage from four different places.

A man in a black hoodie who immediately disappeared into the crowd was suspected of being the culprit, the man used a knife to strike the neck of Fardan Zahir, a UAE man who had spent millions of dollars on RedFox during his one week visit in Barcelona. That’s why the case immediately emerged to the public without Massimo being able to handle it.

There have also been countless calls from the embassy of the United Arab Emirates that contacted Massimo to ask for an explanation directly, but because Massimo knew it was not in his capacity to provide information before the police investigation, Massimo finally ignored all the calls, causing his cell phone to quickly run out of power due to messages and calls. change.

Nothing like this had happened to Massimo in his years of opening a nightlife business, so he was quite shocked to learn that a murder had occurred in one of his proud places.

"Excuse me Mr Massimo," Pablo said politely, interrupting the question and answer session Martin was having with the twenty or so staff on duty last night. "There are some cops who want to see you."

Massimo closed his eyes hearing the words of Pablo who had just entered his private room which was now turned into an interrogation room.

"I see, take them to my lounge. I’ll follow soon."

Pablo nodded his head quickly. "Yes sir."

Martin went straight to Massimo as soon as Pablo came out. "You don’t have to go to the cops, sir. Let our people go to them."

"It’s ok, Martin. I am the owner of RedFox, because it is my duty to meet the police who want to ask for information from me," said Massimo slowly rejecting the advice Martin had just given.

"But it’s very risky, sir."

Massimo pursed his lips and lifted his face to look at Martin who was standing in front of him with a worried face. "You doubt my abilities, Martin?"

Badump

Martin immediately lowered his head, realizing his mistake. "Sorry, sir. I dare not."

"Good, you take care of all the problems here. Let me deal with the police, this is a small problem for me," said Massimo slowly as he walked away from Martin who immediately retreated backwards to give Massimo space to walk.

Even though Massimo didn’t say much, everyone knew that Massimo was very angry right now. The cold air that came out of Massimo’s body wafted out, ambushing everyone in the special room and making the atmosphere even more tense. And Martin knows best about Massimo’s current condition without having to ask, that’s why he forbade Massimo from meeting the police because he was afraid that something undesirable would happen given Massimo’s explosive personality.

Massimo’s sturdy steps stopped in front of the lounge where currently the room was filled with about ten special police officers and two private detectives who worked closely with the police, trash detectives who were actually only looking for face and profit from each case that occurred. Especially the case related to the most powerful man in Barcelona, ​​Massimo del Cano.

The sound of Massimo’s footsteps managed to make the attention of all the men who were previously admiring the beauty of the interior of Massimo’s lounge at RedFox immediately stuttered and awkward when the owner of the place came, they all immediately tried to act normal even though the awkwardness and nervousness could not be hidden. Seeing the behavior of his guests made Massimo smile and strengthened his self-confidence even more.

"I don’t like us talking standing up, it’s better for you all to sit on the available sofas," said Massimo quietly inviting his guests to sit down, there were no small words in Massimo’s life dictionary. "Red Wine, White wine, Vodka, Whiskey?"

"Mineral water only, sir." A high-ranking policeman answered Massimo’s questions on behalf of everyone.

Massimo smiled. "Really? Mineral water? I’m not meeting a kindergarten kid, am I?"

Massimo’s words suddenly made the faces of the sitting police officers change drastically, the anger on their faces was clear now because they were offended by Massimo’s words, which compared them to kindergarten children for refusing alcohol. And the change in the atmosphere in the room Massimo managed to notice, without guilt Massimo lifted the bottle of Redwine in his left hand and the bottle of White Wine in his right. "So how?"

"Give me whatever you drink, sir," replied a young detective with a slightly arrogant tone in response to Massimo’s words. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Ok, I’ll put the bottle on the table. You can choose it yourself," said Massimo again as he set the alcohol on the table with a smile. "All of these drinks are my daily drinks when I’m in the office, so you are free to enjoy whichever drink you want."

"Well then, I won’t hesitate." One of the other police officers immediately grabbed the bottle of White Wine and poured it into his own glass before finally sitting back on the sofa without guilt.

Seeing one of his friends taking a drink, several others did the same, leaving the commander who previously rejected Massimo’s offer and Massimo immediately knew who to watch out for at this time. His decision to offer drinks to his guests was right, so Massimo didn’t have to go to the trouble of figuring out the warlord he was dealing with.

"So may I know what your names are, gentlemen?" said Massimo slowly starting the conversation while shaking the crystal glass in his hand which contained RedWine with dignity, Massimo’s charisma is really very intimidating for his guests at this time. A man who was born to be an alpha is indeed no match.

Continued