Caesar was in the middle of getting dressed when K walked in, urgency prominent in his steps. He looked over his shoulder to the aide as he reached for his dress shirt, waiting for the man to speak.
"Luther. He is causing trouble at one of the clubs again." K informed.
"Have one of the guys handle it." he said dismissively.
"They tired but he brought his gang with him..." K paused watching Caesar turn to face him, his face dawning a simple expression as if to say; 'they could not handle that motley crew?'
K then continued, "…He was making threats and had the merch with him. Every time they tried to subdue him, they ultimately cause damage to it, or he would throw it out to the crowd of people in the club."
