A man sat with his legs crossed on the other side of the world. Anyone could tell from the air around him that this was the big boss, someone you're not supposed to offend.
The man was in a high-end club, surrounded by guards, and was being entertained by a number of men who were adoring him. The man casually twirled the glass of wine in his hand, his face detached, as if he wasn't taking part in the ongoing conversation. The room was devoid of any female perfume because the man despised the presence of women.
The men in the private room were served by male servers because none of them wanted to get on the wrong side of this man.
The man was well-known in the underground world, and just hearing his name made anyone shiver and tremble with fear. This man had conquered the majority of the underworld by himself.
