"I'm sure!" said Boy, looking at Bhuvi with determined eyes.

"Tell him to meet me." Boy's face lit up, and he almost jumped from his position.

"Now?" Boy asked eagerly.

Bhuvi shrugged, "whatever."

"I'll fetch him! I'll be right back." Bhuvi nodded, and Boy hurriedly left Glara's office with a joyful expression. Whoever Boy's friend was, Bhuvi would try to help if the person seemed trustworthy.

Shortly after Boy's departure, someone knocked on Glara's office door. Bhuvi welcomed the person to come in. "Excuse me, Sir," greeted Tommy as he entered the room.

"The culprit is part of the motorcycle club. I've caught him and handed him over to the...