However, it did not take long for Premier’s scheme to be discovered.

One could conclusively say that Revolution was already on the top of the game, and getting fooled by his own men was out of the question.

The small talk that they had shared where the former asked the latter’s opinion regarding the invitation coming from a formidable clan in Colombia—who would have thought that it was just a test?

Perhaps, some people might have forgotten who we were talking about in the first place. Revolution Templonuevo was not the type of man who would ask his subordinates to help him decide on something.

He was too arrogant and almighty for that matter to begin with. Premier failed to realize that he was the person who would get caught in his own trap—not the Commander.

Of course, no one knew about that.

Only a certain Templonuevo.

A certain Templonuevo who had the full grasp on the ordeal.

Since the aftermath of Premier’s scheme had already been decided, Revolution thought that it would not hurt to fly overseas to unwind. After all, a very important and powerful person going around the world just to waste his money was not that unheard of.

It was just that—drug lords like him would best be safe and protected within his marked territory. It was no secret that drug wars up to now were still a thing.

Especially now that Stefano had his eyes on him.

Revolution could only shrug his shoulders nonchalantly.

The Garza clan was his final responsibility. Anyone around him could tell that he was not rushing things. It was actually the other way around.

Taking things slow would add fuel to the fire. What he meant by that thought was, prolonging the agony was not as bad as it seemed. He was not the receiving end of his grand plan, so why would he bother sweating the small things?

The day he took over Templonuevo Cartel, Revolution had been nothing—but extraordinarily efficient.

The downfall of a certain clan was always within reach.

He was not that thirsty to pile victory upon victory.

Revolution went to Italy instead of Colombia. He just wanted to personally check on something before he snapped his fingers for the go signal. Premier, on the other hand, was not aware of his lord’s true whereabouts.

He did know that the Commander was also able to see right through him that day, therefore, being clueless of the real situation was to be expected.

Well, he just tried to do what he could for the sake of Daphne Garza.

She was innocent, yet due to the recent activities of her father, she categorically became a target.

No.

More precisely, to the eyes of the lord, she was rather interesting. Premier undoubtedly failed to get a hold of himself when Revolution asked if Stefano was playing favorites. It was the moment he knew that he would not be able to stop his lord if he refused to do something on the little girl’s behalf.

It was a gamble, really.

He had no choice back then.

Time was his enemy, so a decision must be made quickly.

Premier would not consider his decision turning his back on Revolution. Last time he checked, he was still capable of making sane decisions. He would not betray a powerful man in a small attempt to save a girl if he knew that his undoing was assured.

He had not given much thought about it, but at the back of his mind, if the lord ever found out—the first thing he would do was confirm that knowledge to him.

That was the only time he would be coming out clean.

There was no point in dwelling on what would be Revolution’s reaction.

Of course, if Premier confirmed that he planned it all, his lord would not be so lenient. He would not even dare imagine the extent of his lord’s anger.

However, one could only worry about something so much. He was already dead set on doing this. What was the point of going back? It had been two days since the Commander flew over to Colombia.

The surroundings had turned unbelievably calm and quiet as he departed.

It was the exact opposite of his expectation.

Premier pushed the idea to the farthest corner of his mind.

He had lots of experiences. This one should not be really different.

Whenever the padrone of a humungous organization was compelled to leave his esteemed territory to settle a consequential matter, it was not unlikely to find small fries throwing a party because the wild lion who had been constantly breathing down their necks was temporarily away.

To them, it meant temporary freedom as well. Premier chuckled lightly while shaking his head. Those guys were gutsy to force themselves out of the cage while their owner was not looking.

Revolution was paying another country a visit.

A foreign territory to be exact.

Without bring a number of security with him.

Two weeks—his lord was planning to stay in Colombia for that period. It was lengthy enough for the enemies to ambush Revolution’s scheduled proceedings in his home country if Premier would be asked.

If there were a countless networks who wished to pledge allegiance to the Templonuevos, the opposing groups were just as many. Premier was certain that this issue would not fluctuate for the first few days.

But it was just a matter of time until the enemies found out.

Going back to the initial observation, he was not expecting such a reaction from the small fries of the organization. These small fries were known as the soldiers who served as the frontliners of each battle, and the low-grade laborers behind the scenes.

In other words, the value of their lives was close to none.

Most of the time, they were sent to either scout or spy on minor personalities. Although those people were not considered a big fish, the mission was still dangerous.

Their organization still had to suffer casualties because these small fries often ended up getting busted out and killed.