"I...I...I..." Jerry Stone's mouth fumbled open, but he couldn't construct a proper sentence for a while.
Just then, a man in a suit, surrounded by bodyguards, walked into the Nanth Mansion Hotel. Seeing the man, William Cole guessed that this was none other than Park Seong-an.
"I've seen your picture. You're the Patriarch, aren't you?" Park Seong-an asked, surprisingly showing no signs of anger but instead sporting a faint smile.
Many present there shivered at his reaction. His son had just died, and he didn't appear grieving, instead laughing which was a difficult pill to swallow.
Park Seong-an seemed like a challenging opponent.
William Cole looked at the man, "Park Seong-an?"
"Yes, it's me." Park Seong-an nodded and extended a hand towards him, "Greetings, Patriarch. I heard the new Patriarch is a young man, promising and chosen by the old Patriarch as his successor."
"And seeing you now, you are indeed extraordinary."
