"Virel, long time no see."
As soon as he saw Virel, Old Santi laughed, greeting him in a seemingly condescending tone.
Especially since he also saw Virel leaning on a cane, with one leg even being a prosthetic, and his back was forced upright despite the discomfort.
He did have the right to do so, as he was older, more experienced, and held a higher position. Back when he was fighting for territory, even Alberto had to respectfully call him senior.
Not to mention the dogs under his command.
By comparison, Virel was nothing more than an old dog.
But Old Santi was an old lion.
"Old Santi, so it's you. Do you know what you're doing?"
Virel's attitude, however, couldn't satisfy Old Santi at all.
Because he appeared calm, composed, and assertive, showing no regard for Old Santi.
No fear, no fright, no retreat.
This was absolutely unexpected for Old Santi.
But it didn't matter, just a mere mortal who dared to be this close...
"Virel, I think we need to talk."
