Mr. Petrov shook where he sat.
His eyes panned across the entire room, watching the eyes of these hungry people as they waited to bid for the USB.
Dimitri slowly looked at his father. "Dad… That USB…"
"We must bid for it," Mr. Petrov spat through gritted teeth. "We must get our hands on that USB. It has every evidence and material enough to destroy our entire family. These people are like wolves waiting for their prey to fall into their grasp. If any of them get a hold of this USB…"
"We're finished."
Dimitri frowned, trailing his eyes across the entire auction hall.
Each and every guest looked hungry, eyeing the USB in the glass case with starving gazes.
"This is…"
"You might not have all your memories now, but this is ust what the mafia world is like," Mr. Petrov said. "Everyone is always at each other's throat, waiting for their chance to destroy the other. The more families are gone, the more the surviving families climb the ranks."
