Luciano walked down from the office, holding a note in his hand. He crouched down to the same level as Don Veneziale, who sat on the ground near the entrance while one of his lieutenants tended to his injured leg using a first aid kit from a nearby emergency container.
"Sir, Ms. Penthesilea mentioned that she will need a substantial cleanup crew and our cooperation to engage in discussions with the Syndicate Union for handling this situation. She has already deployed some soldiers to assist us in repelling the attackers, but she also informed us that the port is under attack and currently engaged in a battle," Luciano reported, reading from the note in his hand.
"Ms. Penthesilea!? The port is under attack, and she still sent her soldiers to help us? May God bless her," Don Veneziale responded with a smile. He knew that attacking the port required a significantly larger number of invaders and heavier weaponry than what had been used against his estate.
