He needed a place he could vent out all his anger on. someone that he could kick and punch however had he felt like without needing to worry about their loyalty or Innocence. he needed just the exact person that was before him right now. the man who had caused all those problems. the man who had refused to talk. he had decided to keep the secrets to himself and he had clearly stated that he would rather die than reveal to Ace Vicente, what exactly the Italian government already knew about his missions. his stay in Vicente's Mansion for all those years was already a risk on its own. he had learnt so much. he knew a lot about him. about how the mafia king of Venice planned all his drug shipments and their trafficking methods.