Below the podium.
Uncle Laine and his son listened intently.
Bart, reeking of alcohol, was already drowsy and nearly asleep.
Dean and Beck, the two brothers, were also present.
They bore the surname Lee, but Old Laine and his group had always regarded them as kin, so no one refuted Old Laine's words at this moment, to avoid hurting the old man's feelings.
Old Laine's gaze swept across his second son Bart's face with disappointment. He finally said in a grave tone, "Sixty years ago, we broke away from the Lucchese Family in New York and relocated here. But now, the Lucchese Family in New York, using the death of Harry Siri as a pretext, wants to gather all family members back in New York. As part of the family, I need you all to elect a suitable person to represent us and attend."
"Can't we just not go?" Bart perked up, looking at his father with confusion.
Old Laine remained silent.
