Attack on Richie

Before getting out of the car, Richie opened the dashboard and pulled out a particular firearm owned by only five people worldwide, including the Del Vecchio family.

"Let's play," Richie muttered with a grin.

Richie slipped the gun around his left waist, under the jacket that wrapped his body tightly.

Then he pulled out a black device the size of a matchstick. Pressing a red button, the small screen on the surface of the device immediately lit up, displaying a two-dimensional map.

With everything he needed, Richie started to get out of the car. It was quiet, just two people standing guard at the door. Something he had not seen until he had entered the Eisenhauer mansion for the first time.

Richie strolled, only one foot lifting the stairs leading to the terrace, when someone's voice stopped him.

"Stop! Your filthy feet do not belong in the mansion of an honorable family!" Richie stopped his steps. He pulled his right foot back and stopped.

The grey eyes scanned the source of the voic