A frown emerged on the old man's face.
"You are right about that!" Mr. Petrov gritted his teeth, pissed off. "This is just the beginning. The Kuznetsovs have to understand that just because they are number one does not mean they are untouchable. I'll teach Caesar a lesson, one he would never recover from."
He smirked, gulping down the full glass of wine. "No one messes with the Petrovs. It takes me nothing to eliminate a threat. Hahaha."
Dimitri broke into full-blown laughter, agreeing with him.
"I've always waited for this day. I'd love to join in and mess with him. He's been messing with me these past few years. Can I?" he asked.
But Mr. Petrov shook his head. "No, you sit by the side and watch."
"This will turn into a war between us and the Kuznetsovs, and I mustn't put your life in danger, so sit back and watch. We, the Petrovs, are not pushovers. It is high time the position changed." A grin spread across his face.