Daxter, who had been standing still for a while, finally spoke up in a cautious tone. "Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting."
All heads turned toward him. Lucas slowly set his spoon down on the table. His gaze was sharp. "You're not here to make small talk, are you? Just say it, Daxter. Have you found out who attacked me last night? And more importantly, who sent them?"
Daxter took a deep breath before speaking. "We managed to catch one of the assailants who fled, but only one," he said quietly but firmly. "Up to now, we've done everything we can to interrogate him, but he hasn't said a single word. Total silence."
Everyone in the room looked at him with intense focus.
"His phone was already destroyed. He smashed it himself just as we were about to apprehend him. We suspect there was something very important in it. Our team is currently trying to recover the data. Hopefully, we'll get a clue about who gave the orders."
