Elias leaned against the gray-black swivel chair calmly, an air of indifference radiating from his figure.
After Combat Class finished, he immediately went to settle some tending matters.
Tap.. tap.. tap..
He tapped his fingers on the armrest and looked at his surroundings silently, his lips curling up to a small smile.
He was currently in a large room that was mostly empty. Besides for the few essential furnitures, the place was severely lacking in decorations.
It looked like a newly bought house, with no blemish and dust in sight.
To be precise, it was indeed a newly bought house.
It was his—the Corleone Family's—club room. A 3,500 square feet house in the right side of the ranker society.
In accordance to his agreement with the academy, they gave him this place for it to be his club room.
When establishing a club in the academy, it was essential to have a personal club room for club meetings and operations.
