The last to get out of the car was Basettato, with a gravely serious demeanor and a gaze as deep and cold as ice. Clad in the same suit, his black leather shoes shone brightly. Every one of his men carried a handgun, walking towards the Fengye Hotel without a trace of smile, highlighting the adage that sworn enemies often lock horns at sight. The bouncers inside the Fengye Hotel, upon seeing the members from Sicily, grasped various cold weapons without a word, ready to strike at any moment.
At the same time, Haonan had some people gather dozens of firearms and quickly distribute them, ensuring, at the very least, that if a gunfight were to break out, his side wouldn't suffer too great a loss.
"Mr. Basettato, we meet again."
"So Young Master Fei is here too."
Upon seeing Li Fei, Basettato finally understood why his several capable men ended up trapped in the bar calling for help.
