"Jordano, we can't keep letting that damned Axel get away with this," Salvatore said, bringing the glass to his lips.

"Sir, the police informant says the situation is complicated. Even though that bastard thinks we're dead, he's still moving freely… especially in his businesses."

Salvatore threw the glass against the floor and snorted. "Then let him prepare, because the dead also rise, Jordano! Gather all the men we need. We're going to find him and confront him. The king is dead… long live his reign."

Jordano lowered his gaze and cleared his throat. "It's not that easy, sir. Right now, few men want to stay by your side. But there's...