12 Handling Over The Empire

''The attempt assassination?'' Both Antonio and Diego blurted out, each having a different reaction.

Antonio had already sprung forward, closing in on the pale bodyguard, with a frenzied expression.

''And what have you found out?'' Antonio questioned, his voice becoming sharper.

''We connected it to the Red gangs.'' Frasco, the pale bodyguard, replied in a solemn voice, as he took a few steps back.

''The red gang?'' Antonio paused in his tracks.

He turned his head back to Diego, who was also knitting his eyes, his thoughts, unreadable.

''Screw them.'' Antonio snapped, as he tried to shove Frasco away from the entrance.

''And where do you think you're going?'' Diego's stern voice echoed in Antonio's ears, making him come to an abrupt halt.

The latter kept clenching his fist, and one could see his veins bulging, likewise the redness on his cheeks.

''Didn't you hear what he just said? The red gangs were behind the assassination.''

''And?'' Diego muttered, his gaze fixed on Antonio.

'Huh?

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