After Nimrod left the corridor, Lumian checked his condition and confirmed that he could contact his godfather at any moment. That put him somewhat at ease.
As he walked, Lumian considered what he should do next.
He was no longer the village punk he had been at the beginning. With so many people to support and his sister to avenge, Lumian had no objection to borrowing other people's strength.
After all, the advantages of having an organization were obvious. Besides Anthony, his other subordinates could also serve as his eyes and help him find his enemies.
Just as Lumian was considering whether to bribe the police or find something to hold over them first, Franca smiled faintly, turned toward him, and said, "Your name is Ciel? Mind having a word in private?"
She isn't planning to assassinate me to vent her lover's anger, is she?
Franca's words stirred a little wariness in Lumian. Only after passing through the corridor did he wave away the underlings following him.
With police officers and other invited guests present, the Sava Party couldn't openly assassinate him. They would only do something that stupid if they no longer wanted to operate here.
"Ms. Franca? I remember you delivered an invitation to me." Lumian stopped somewhere out of the way and said teasingly, "Having a gang leader's mistress personally deliver my invitation-I must be doing pretty well for myself."
"Heh, I only went because I couldn't sit still. Otherwise, why would I deliver an invitation myself? I just didn't expect you to refuse to even open the door." Franca's lips curled slightly, a hint of something suggestive in her tone.
Lumian was just as merciless with his words. "Why should I have opened the door for you? Because you find me charming?"
"Haha, you are my