Luoyu followed orders and went to the corridor to make a phone call to Cheng Mo, while Shang Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at his fingertips, his expression indifferent and distant.
Twelve phone calls, out of the ordinary.
Looking at today's Parma, there are no more than twenty families that can be considered top-tier.
If as many as twelve families were involved back then, it would mean that more than half of the noble families of Parma were executioners.
In reality, regardless of the closeness or distance between the major families, there is, to varying degrees, an exchange of interests.
And the Mu Family is the first among blue bloods, with only too many interests, never too few.
The possibility of twelve families working together at the same time is vanishingly small.
Unless... there is a commander above the noble families.
Shang Yu rolled his fingertips, his cold eyes sharp and penetrating. After a while, he stood up and walked into the conference room.
