Just as the Longbottoms had said on the eve of Christmas, after the "Paris Region Incident," the Dark Wizards and Muggle criminal organizations had reacted the fastest and completed their merger early on.
Among these elites sent by the other families were not only members of Muggle families, but also members of Dark Wizard families.
The moment those in the rear saw the gesture raised at the front, they instinctively grew alert. Their movements all paused in unison, and the atmosphere in the entrance hall froze instantly.
They all knew very well that if an unfamiliar voice was speaking at a time like this, it clearly meant the plan had been exposed.
Although they did not know why the plan had been exposed, since it had already fallen through, all they could do was fight with everything they had.
Compared with the low-level family members who brawled in the streets, those family members who could reach this mansion were all high-level elites within their families. They already had extensive combat experience, and some had even undergone strict training.
Without the slightest hesitation, the crowd retreated like a receding tide, making only the faint sounds of bolts being pulled, the rustle of clothes rubbing, and footsteps.
In the blink of an eye, the dispersed crowd formed a fan shape, each finding an angle advantageous for shooting and casting spells, ready to enter battle at any moment.
With so many people retreating into the living room at once, the relaxed look on Joseph Bonanno's face vanished. Like a lion whose territory had been invaded, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous glint flashed within them.
He showed no sign of panic, merely glancing at the subordinate beside him.
The subordinate immediately understood Joseph Bonanno's meaning, took out a walkie-talkie, pressed the button