166 165: Neon

"So… Mr. Anon… Let us cut to the chase… What do you want and why are you here?"

In a slightly large luxurious room which had paintings and weapons on the wall, four individuals, could be seen in the room. Two sat at the opposite ends of a brown desk, and the remaining two, stood on the left and right side of one of the men sitting in front of the desks, they're posture and attitude, denoting that they were bodyguards.

The man who had two bodyguards by his sides, wore a red looking expensive suit and in his mouth, was a Cuban cigar. The man currently had a curious and confused expression as he observed the face of the black hooded figure.