Lance fell silent.
Alberto exhaled a puff of smoke, "Maybe it won't be that bad."
"Besides worrying about him, I'm also concerned about Francisco. The internal family matters have been handled, but that kid has a streak of ruthlessness. I'm worried about external problems."
"However, it seems now, if they don't settle you, they probably won't touch him, so I'm relieved."
Lance glanced back at the twenty or so people standing not far away. Luggage of all sizes was placed beside them, and these people chatted and laughed, showing no signs of nervousness.
They were all relatives of Alberto, distant and close, who had all benefited from Paul. They followed Alberto unwaveringly to assassinate Duover and avenge Paul.
Some people backed out, lost their nerve, and left Golden Port City because they couldn't stay here any longer.
Sometimes, people are like this; they have no choice. Whether they act or not, it's uncomfortable.
"Take care of him!"
