Then he explained, "This Li Fei appears to be an ordinary person on the surface, but I suspect he's anything but simple. My younger brother had a conflict with him and ended up at a disadvantage. When I took people to kill him, Xiang Hai Long intervened and even the King of Assassins helped him. I believe this man has a significant background."
"So what?" Basettato snorted coldly, dismissive. "Even if his background is strong, can he contend against Sicily?"
"That's impossible, not even ten or a hundred Li Feis could compete with you."
Zhang Wei's words were not flattery but a sincere admission. In this world, only large organizations like the Mi Country Seal, Yakuza, and the Colombian Mafia could contend with Sicily.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Paris Magic Society in France, located in an ancient castle, inside the majestic hall, Short Cannon Fodder and the Mind Mage hurriedly walked in to report to the master in charge.
"Master, I'm sorry, our mission failed..."
