"Sandro."
Ethan's relaxed posture had already shifted into a battle stance, his hand was grasping the ebony concealed within his suit.
"Is it really you, Sandro?"
Sandro?
What is happening?
Why is Ethan calling Oswaldo Sandro?
Isn't Sandro already dead?
Everyone was baffled; even the reporters didn't know whether they should take photos or record this.
One is a lofty Governor, the other a long-dead overlord of the dark underworld, do they have any relation?
Oswaldo suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "You're right, Ethan, indeed, you are the last person in this world who understands me."
He admitted it?!
He actually admitted it?!
The crowd let out a low gasp; this was an unimaginable turn of events.
Initially, it was already surreal enough when the city Governor was taken away during the centenary celebration of Winster University.
And now, the city Governor claimed he was actually the long-dead Mafia boss.
Many felt they couldn't wrap their heads around it.
