In his heart, he added another sentence: to sound the death knell for the Five Great Families!
At 2:50, Bandy sat by the outdoor café table on the third-floor terrace. He was the only one at the terrace, with nobody else around.
He was smoking, pondering over some matters.
With the sound of footsteps, he looked toward the entrance; Sarif had arrived.
He stood up, took one last puff of the cigarette, dropped it on the ground and stomped it out, then greeted him with a smile, took two steps forward, shook Sarif's hand, and they hugged briefly.
"Thank you for coming," Bandy invited him to sit down. "Rick should be here soon. I've asked you to meet again today to resolve the mess in Golden Port City as quickly as possible."
"Sarif, you're a smart person. You must understand that our current situation is not looking good."
