"Are we going to that plutocracy?" Kheed inquired, his golden watch in hand. It's that time of month again, when mafia clans gather in one place to exchange alliances, expand their business, and prove their supremacy by joining the ranks of the X Organization. "Are you sure you're asking the obvious? That's the only gathering he never missed," Lucas replied, holding some papers on the young CEO's desk. "I'm just wondering, if we're going to lay low after the chase, aren't they already watching our every move?" Lucas did not respond because he had forgotten about the previous chase. He looked at his troubled pal, who had his eyes closed. "Are you going?" "Absolutely." "Aren't you afraid they'll ambush you for fighting against their clan? We've been busted," Lucas worriedly asked. Wha

