Just as the Soranos'' executives and retainers almost cto an agreement, an authoritative voice barked


    from the doorway, "What''s going on here?!" Silence quickly ensued, with most of them keeping their


    heads down in reverence while an old man shuffled inside.


    His back was hunched and his visage ancient, but he carried himself with authority.


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    He stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes piercing studying everyone.


    It was none other than Zico Sorano, the head of the Sorano family, himself.


    "Brother." Tony approached him and told him everything that had happened, keeping his narrative


    neutral as he reported the facts of what he had seen.


    "Hmm... an Ascendant rank named Frank Lawrence?" Zico was focused on Frank, barely paying the


    writhing Willy any attention as he thought to himself in silence.


    Soon, he smiled enigmatically, with even the wrinkles on his face smoothening.


    "Well, that''s decided." He chuckled. "Ctomorrow and send an escort with Willy to apologize to Frank


    Lawrence. Remember to be solemn and sincere-do your best not to upset the boy." "Why, Father?!"


    Emiwas the first to protest, springing to his feet and bellowing, "He hurt your grandson, and in our own


    house! It''s a p in our collective faces, and we''re supposed to apologize?! We''d be making ourselves


    aughing stock!" Zico appeared unaffected despite Emiquestioning his orders. He turned toward the


    other key members and retainers of his family, asking calmly, "Does anyone here agree with Emilio?"


    No one spoke up at his question-Emionly dared to because he was Zico''s son, and that was not a


    privilege the others had. And they knew Zico. They must either obey him, or else.


    et Nheless, Tony soon strode up as well, speaking politely, "Brother, I''m afraid I don''t understand


    this either. The enemy has cand attacked us in our own house, so why are we apologizing instead?


    Isn''t this a p to our face, as Emilio''s put it?" "Hoho..." Zico chuckled, shaking his head but somehow


    not upset like he usually would be when others question him "None of you get it, do you? What if I told


    you that the boy is really Donn Lawrence, the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods who supposedly


    went missing in South Sea three years ago?" "What?!" "That boy... the only son of the Lord of the


    Southern Woods?" "Mystic Sky Sect... Donn Lawrence..." The key members and retainers of the


    Sorano family needed minutes to digest the bombshell. They certainly had no idea how Zico knew, but


    his judgment was always on the money.


    Zico then sighed, clearly wary of the Lord of the Southern Woods. "I''m sure we all know how protective


    that man is toward his son. If we se much asy a finger on the kid, he''d be on our doorstep the day


    after." "Then, what? Are we supposed to just take this lying down?" Emieximed in grief and


    frustration.