''Rise.'' The woman with the butterfly mask, the Queen of Underworld said.
Her subordinates rose, none of them said anything, they waited for their queen order.
''Report the situation.'' In a cold town, the woman with the butterfly mask ordered.
One of her subordinates, a man in his late thirty stepped forward; he wore glasses, gray hair tied up behind his back, black tuxedo with a glove, however, only one hand was covered. The other one was left uncovered to let the underworld tattoo be seen. This man's appearance looks more like a butler than an underworld member; however, nobody dared to point out, the queen wasn't bothered, she waited for the man to update her on the latest news.
''My queen, recently some of our men are being targeted.'' the man said and pushed his glasses back.
''Oh? Explain.''
