Five-river Province.
A certain hotel.
On a spacious, yet soft, large bed.
A woman clad in a red dress lay there.
The woman revealed her fair thighs and painted her lips a bright red.
Extremely seductive.
Thud! Thud!
A series of knocks resounded, and the woman quickly sat upright.
She reached for the gauze on the bed and put it over her face.
"Enter!"
In an instant, she spoke in a voice as cold as an iceberg.
Red lips fierce as fire, a beauty cold as ice.
Traits so contradictory, yet she displayed an extraordinary charm.
"Elders Victor!"
The door opened.
Windy Johnson knelt on one knee, keeping the door ajar.
Outside, several North Sea guards watched him vigilantly.
"You're not in Gonzalez City…"
Elders Victor slowly lifted their hand, glanced at their diamond-studded nails, and asked faintly, "What brings you here?"
"Elders Victor, the young master is dead, I cannot stay in Gonzalez City any longer... cough."
While speaking, he coughed lightly.
