At a private airport, the rumble of a plane engine gradually faded as it came to a halt on the runway. The doors opened, and heavily armed men stepped out first, scanning the area with sharp, trained eyes. Then an old man appeared, stepping onto the tarmac with the casual confidence of someone who had seen it all. A cigar hung from his lips, its ember glowing faintly in the dusk light.Victor stood near the hangar, his posture respectful but firm. He held a bouquet of fresh flowers, an unusual but calculated gesture of deference. As the old man approached, Victor extended the bouquet toward him."Mr. Delgado," Victor said with a polite nod. "It’s an honor to see you again after all these years."The old man took the flowers, a faint smirk curling his lips as he examined them briefly before looking back at Victor. "Nice touch, Vic. You’ve grown into a proper man, haven’t you? Your father would be proud.""The pleasure’s all mine, sir," Victor replied smoothly. "Welcome back. We’ve prep

Victor spun around, meeting Dante’s calm gaze. He tightened his fists, his voice cold. "You better not mess this up, Dante."Dante chuckled lightly, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Relax, Vic. I didn’t, and I’m not planning to. Just here to enjoy the moment."Victor’s jaw tightened as he caught movement behind Dante. His men rushed in, encircling them quietly. A faint smile tugged at Victor's lips as he stepped closer to Dante. "You see, Dante, I could get rid of you right now. A snap of my fingers, and you'd disappear. No one would notice a thing."Dante’s smirk didn’t falter. He tilted his head slightly. "You could, but I’d advise against it. Unless, of course, you’ve accounted for everything I’ve been keeping an eye on."Victor’s eyes narrowed, his voice a deadly whisper. "What the hell are you talking about?"Before Dante could answer, Delgado’s voice boomed behind them. "Victor! What’s going on here?"Victor stiffened, quickly masking his annoyance with a forced smile. "Noth