In the center of the garden, a young man with sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes sat casually on a sofa. It was Junior. Timothy and Archangel stood on either side of him.
Aside from the three of them, ten uniformed men, exuding an air of menace, were stationed at the four corners of the garden.
"Who... who are you?" Ira swallowed hard, then screamed. "I'm from the Nelson family of Eastoria! If you dare touch me, the Nelson family will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
Junior ignored him, swirling the red wine in his glass before taking a small sip. "Do you three remember that night five years ago?"
"What... what do you mean?" Ira faltered, and the other two began to think hard.
"Don't remember?" Junior asked again with a calm tone, "Understandable! You've done so many things tha
