They looked up and realized the drummer on stage was looking at them and laughing coldly. The drumbeat was quick and explosive. The crowd was moving along to the rhythm of the drumbeat.
"Arturo!" Someone said in a small voice when they saw the drummer, "He is controlling everything."
"Tell everyone. Surround this place." Someone else laughed coldly. "Satan himself is here. Even if Arturo is present, so what?"
Arturo's hair was tied up. His beard had a charm unique to middle-aged men. He was like an artist who walked through the wilderness. His body was full of explosive power.
Arturo suddenly aimed at the microphone. The voice of the main vocalist slowly faded away. Arturo laughed. "Our guests are here. For this performance, we, the Cartel, stand on the side of justice."
The audience cheered. All the people in Sardinia were celebrating!
