He had always been calm.

It was one thing that helped him elevate his game. He understood the importance of direct and immediate application of sanctions.

However, being calm was just as important.

If he was not mistaken, Premier was well-informed of the administration’s capabilities. He personally told him about it.

His right hand man rarely said anything when he joined the organization.

Truth be told, Revolution himself had never gotten interested in the man’s personal interests and shenanigans. Premier was old enough to identify what was right and wrong.

Besides, his skills were competent enough to be recognized.

Sending a henchman to watch and observe his movements would be too obvious.

Exactly five days after the Garza abduction, it had come to his attention that a certain party was trying to connect with their organization, Templonuevo Cartel.

The content of the invitation letter was rather interesting even for him—he would give them that at least.

Colombia, huh?

The assembly would be held there. The corners of his lips could not be prevented from quirking upward.

They could not even make it any more obvious. He would have to travel that far just to find out what they were up to. He had heard about their clan before.

Premier had mentioned it once, so it would still all boil down to the fact that Revolution could make use of that neutral person. The former was aware of that motive—and Revolution had nothing, but praises for him.

Premier Kontonicolas knew how to weave his way toward being an errand man.

He was too responsible.

He could be an ace in the future wars.

“Will you be going, my lord?” Premier asked, his tone curious, and at the same time, cautious. His head remained on a polite bow, his right hand pressed horizontally across the abdomen.

“Shall I go?” He questioned back, giving the man a challenge of decision-making. “I would like your input as a basis, Kontonicolas.”

Revolution would be lying if his second-in-command’s silence did not intrigue him.

If he would think about it, this might be the first time that he asked his opinion.

Premier was quiet for a whole minute. Indecisiveness was a form of weakness—something that he could not quite tolerate. He stood up from the swivel chair without creating any noise.

Revolution would forgive him for not being able to offer an answer right away for now. It was a first, and as the previous chieftain used to say before, mistakes committed for the first time should be let go.

What a bull.

Chances were not to be given away that easily. Problems arose from time to time, and incompetence would only bring forth additional troubles.

Time was essential, and he was not certainly going to waste it for a certain someone. If one person wanted to work for Revolution, he must keep up with Revolution.

There was no other way to it.

Premier was a war genius. Watching him speechless at a time like this was somehow annoying.

‘Is this the limit of your knowledge, Kontonicolas?’

‘Perhaps, I had overestimated you.’

He brought a pack of cigarette from the tempered glass curio cabinet situated at the farthest corner of the study. Revolution would give Premier one more minute to show his verdict.

He took a stick, and placed it in his mouth before lighting it up. The sound of the lighter must have snapped Premier out of his useless reverie.

He shook his head, and took a long drag.

Hmm.

It would also seem that he would likely gather Premier’s special squad for a small presentation.

Drixie Washington.

He should somehow find a way to express his gratitude toward her idiocy.

She had accidentally presented a wonderful gift.

After blowing a cloud of smoke out of his mouth, he marched his way toward Premier’s stance. “I can spare one stick for you. You look troubled.”

Premier finally looked up, his eyes dazed with tension. “I would have to politely decline, my lord.”

Revolution gave him a small nod, and tapped his shoulder—with enough force to instigate a sense of warning. “I am waiting,” he told him gruffly.

“Please excuse my impertinence, my lord,” Premier spoke lowly, his deep voice strained—unusual. “You have been generous to allow me to think about it carefully. I would like you hear my reflections now.”

He felt a grin threatening to surface at the sight of his right hand man’s tight expression. “I am all ears, Kontonicolas.”

Revolution noticed the little movement of Premier’s mouth before he responded, “The invitation is beguiling. The clan is venerable in Colombia. Their drug activities are clean and untraceable. I have heard a word that the clan also operates several number of legit businesses. It is one of the reasons they have remained untouchable for decades.”

“That is a simple cover, yet it has not been blown? Magnificent.”

“However…”

His eyes narrowed marginally.

“We cannot trust their words through a letter. This could be a bluff. It takes one wrong decision to ruin years of hard work, my lord. I am afraid that upon reading the content—I could see that they never made their intentions clear. If they want to do business, then they will have to do it here.”

“You are sharp,” Revolution remarked, “and your speech was rather persuasive.”

I should commend you, Kontonicolas. The fact that you could still manage to stay incalculable while not failing to deliver your viewpoint…

You were outstanding.

“I believe that I have made my point, Sir. I apologize if you have heard a suggestive hint underneath those words.”

“I do not mind. In fact, I am digging it.”

Their gazes met.

Premier nodded his head upon realizing it. “Shall I go ahead and book your flight…”

“I will take the jet.”

“Understood.”

Revolution turned around, and headed toward his table. “One more thing…”

Premier grunted in response.

“There is something that I want to discuss with your squad.”

He watched Premier’s expression turn grim. “I understand, Sir.”

Drixie Washington should be rewarded for hauling along the youngest Garza.

However, it was still a mistake.

To him, mistakes weighed heavier than achievements.