"Mr. Venezia, should we take action?"
A Centurion inquired respectfully.
Venezia and Hans stood side by side, both followed by several Elite Centurions, all pure-blooded Basilicata clansmen capable of transforming into werewolves.
"Let's wait a little longer."
"Oh, alright."
The Centurion's gaze toward Venezia's back was somewhat complex; who could have imagined that the Clan Leader's long-deceased father could come back to life, and moreover, in the prime of life, younger than Clan Leader Juliano.
Venezia glanced back at this Elite Centurion, hesitated, then asked, "Who is Leon the Tyrant to you?"
"That's my grandfather."
"Grandfather... I thought it was your father."
Venezia smiled bitterly: "Did that old creature die? When?"
Though the Wolf Race lives long, it's rare for one to die in bed; if Leon hadn't died, he would have seen him by now during these days.
"During a border conflict with the Mexicans, they hired a Haitian Voodoo Wizard."
"Was revenge taken?"
"Yes."
