As they watched Brando's group leave the conference room, the eyes of Botu and Colmore turned cold.
"The sort of trash that used to bow and scrape at us is now bold enough to threaten us…"
Colmore's mouth cracked open in a humorless smile.
"After all, since they have a new master, naturally, they must show their loyalty to him. The old masters have lost their influence, of course."
Botu smoked his cigar and pondered aloud. "But now isn't the time to get hung up over this. We'd best begin preparing our defense against their counterattack."
"Why would we need to defend ourselves?"
At one side, Colmore snorted coldly. "How about we just kill them all tonight? We've already found out the hotel they're staying at. We'll just stir up an accidental fire, then we can flawlessly evade the public's scrutiny…"
"But will they really counterattack?"