Lucky thought for a while. Rowan had told him about the underground boxing, and a few months back, hadn't Dzarma boxed the beast of a certain town that they had passed through?
Now, all the pieces were piecing together, and he knew for a fact that Dzarma was boxing in order to get money. The money that he had used to start up that cafe business. But, if boxing was giving them lots of money, according to Rowan, then why was he working in a cafe as well?
The money earned from the cafe was supposed to be more than enough!
"Here is your pay." Lucky said as he handed him a brown envelope that had a stash of money in it.
"Thank you Sir. Don't you want me to proceed with the investigations?" The man asked.
"Not at the moment, if I need more info, I will call you." Lucky answered, earning a nod of agreement from him.