"And yet I find you sniffing around the Songstress."
Of course that was the least of his concern right now, if he kept to strictly business. If Spinel dug any deeper into the secret of Yris and her heritage, Corbeau would then take swift action, however, for now, his anger was concentrated on proprietary knowledge.
That being the stolen data from his very own servers, traced back clumsily to Exceed.
"Bold of you to walk straight into a criminal's office with that dumb smile on your face. Cut it out. What do you really want? What? Had ripping out information from my computers not enough for you, asshole?"
All of his words were spoken evenly, quietly. There was no yelling, screaming of even violence, though because of his occupation, it would have been normal if he had threatened Spinel's life. Instead, Corbeau sat calmly in his chair, even leaning back a bit, chin in his hand. Just quietly staring at the other man.
"Listen, to me. I'm going to only say this once: it won't matter where you are in this world or what power you think you have. Unlike you, I don't have to pretend and smile pretty for the world. I can decide if you live or die at any given time or place."
If Exceed had far reach due to its connections worldwide, then the Rust Syndicate, headed by Corbeau, had equal amounts, if not more, within the criminal underworld. With more damage they could deal.
"So, this is the only offer I'm giving you, Chuckles: you stay out of our way and we will stay out of yours. Are we clear?"