"I've already done it." Wilas raised his hand, his palm open. He had already anticipated that Martis would be interested in the mysterious fighter, so he took the initiative to conduct an early investigation to save time.
Nila glanced over from where she sat, one eyebrow raised. "It's rare for you to be so diligent."
Wilas chuckled softly. "I just knew the Boss would be interested in him."
Martis did not shift his gaze from the empty wine glass in his hand. He swirled it slowly. The scrape of the glass against the polished wood was the only sound. "Say it."
Wilas leaned back on the sofa, draping his arm over the backrest. "There's nothing on him."
Martis's movement stopped. He placed the glass down with a soft, deliberate click. He lifted his head, his sharp eyes now staring straight at Wilas. His brow furrowed slightly. "Excuse me?"
