"Yohan?" Hatoru's brow furrowed. "How do you know that name?"
"I just met him," Christopher replied, a faint, playful smile on his lips as he held the phone to his ear. "Quite an interesting young man."
"You met him?" Hatoru's voice sharpened with sudden interest. "Where?"
Christopher let out a soft chuckle. "Why are you asking me? Aren't you two friends?"
"Friends?" Hatoru scoffed. "Is that what that stupid kid told you?" A low, amused laugh followed. "I've been trying to kill that son of a bitch. He's been running and hiding like a rat—but it's finally over. I've got him now. Just tell me where he is so I can send my men."
"Hm…" Christopher hummed thoughtfully, as if genuinely considering it. A brief pause. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
A loud bang echoed from Hatoru's end as he slammed his table, "Have you forgotten who you're speaking to?"
