As the gathering began to disperse, Gustavo approached John.
"Two more days," Gustavo said as he drew closer.
John finished bidding Jeremiah goodnight and turned to Gustavo. "What can I say? You made a compelling argument."
Gustavo nodded. "Let's make them count."
"You'd better," John replied, glancing around the room. "This isn't just a second chance—it's a golden ring."
Gustavo frowned. The "golden ring" was their last resort, and he couldn't afford to waste it. If he didn't deliver results, it would seal his fate. He would lose not only his position on this case but also his standing as the Iron Fist.
"I understand," Gustavo said, trying to mask his anxiety with a casual shrug.
"By the way, have you heard anything from the Italians?" John asked. "They've been lying low for a whil
