Chapter 592: That’s your mother’s wish, Silas.
"All I want is my new grandma and that Grandpa over there. Hello there, Wolf, it’s been a while. What a surprise to see you here, when I thought I killed you. Surely, you’re a motherfucking son of the devil. How did you survive?"
The corner of Wolf’s mouth curled up in a smirk, looking at the very familiar person in the past. As the chief of the central intelligence, Wolf was familiar with many dangerous people. Albeit, most of them were his enemies. After all, he had been after these "bad guys" asses and even locked up many of them in the most dangerous prison facility in the world.
"How did I survive that one time you wrapped a boulder around my body so I’d sink into the bottom of the ocean?" Wolf inquired calmly, taking a long drag from the last stick of cigarette he would light tonight. "It’s simple. I can’t die in the hands of a fool. That will hurt my pride. Though, this is a good reunion. It’s nice to see you too, Alex."
The smile on Primo’s face cracked a little at how Wolf called him. However, that wasn’t enough to trigger him to kill the man. After all, Primo still needed something from the man... especially now.
"I assume you’re here to get my ass?" Primo guessed, darting his eyes between Dominic and Wolf. "If you do, that changes everything." His expression faded into coldness.
Primo wouldn’t live this long if he was a little foolish. His enemies were more dangerous and powerful than Dominic Zhu. After all, Dominic’s contacts were mostly in the government. The good people and heroes... or whatever people deemed them to be. But Primo’s enemies were more dangerous than any corrupted politicians. But rather, people who could enjoy a meal with a severed head in the middle of the table.
In other words, if Wolf was here, then that means Dominic anticipated this to happen. That was the question. Did Dominic anticipate this turn of events? Or was it simply a coincidence?
"That won’t change a thing."
As Primo reviewed the situation tonight and how things easily unfolded, Silas suddenly spoke. Primo slowly shifted his eyes to Silas, only to see the man staring at Dominic and then at Grandma Zhu.
"A mere old man wouldn’t change anything tonight, Primo," Silas continued coldly, keeping his gaze on his grandmother. "I made this plan, thinking of Dominic’s retaliation. I already anticipated whatever cards he would be playing tonight, after all. Whatever it was, his end would be the same."
"Well, that’s quite insulting, young man," Wolf expressed with a bit of dismay. "I’ve never been called a mere old man in my life."
"Silas." Ignoring Wolf’s personal sentiments, Grandma Zhu broke her silence. Her burning eyes behind her wrinkly eyelids were fixed on her grandson. "How can you do this to your family?"