Mario sat on the sofa with an expressionless face.
Even though he was getting older, Mario was definitely considered an Italian handsome guy with impeccable attire at all times; however, at this moment, his expression was extremely serious.
Surrounding Mario were eight fully armed men, no longer in suits holding guns with a gangster style—that was too low-end. Now, those protecting Mario were wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, completely clad in black except for their eyes, making them look incredibly professional, with a special forces vibe, giving people a strong sense of security.
Only with people protecting him could Mario feel somewhat at ease.
Mario was waiting; he had risked returning home just to see who dared reach out to him, who dared confront him in a fight to the death.
Although a fight to the death was entirely forced, Mario always avoided this embarrassing issue, preferring to believe everything was still under his control.
