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Lewo lowered the wine glass in his hand. “How many people did he bring?”

“Just a dozen,” his subordinate answered hesitantly.

Lewo paused for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. He had gathered three hundred men. “Just a dozen?”

Lewo smirked coldly. “He really dares to show up with so few men? Does he think I won’t touch him?”

He gave a sharp instruction, “Have them wait in the small room. I’ll deal with them when I’m finished here.”

He wasn’t actually busy—this was just a tactic to show Paulo that his status was far below his. For Lewo, this meeting was a chance to make Paulo submit.

As Lewo poured himself another glass of wine, thinking of what demands to make, someone kicked the door open.

“What the hell?!” Lewo roared.

Paulo strolled in with a calm smile. “Your men said you were busy, so I thought I’d check for myself. Turns out you were just busy drinking wine?” he mocked.

Lewo’s anger flared. “Do you tired of living, Paulo?”

Paulo remained composed. “We’r
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