As soon as Basil Jaak finished talking, Yellow Hair noticeably relaxed, but the atmosphere in the room instantly grew more serious.
A dark, cold expression flitted across Alger's gentlemanly face. Clutching his smoking cigar, he looked at Basil Jaak and snarled with rage and laughter, "Do you know what the consequences of being my enemy are?"
"What's that?" Basil Jaak replied casually, sipping his red wine as he leaned back on the couch.
"There's only one result: Death!", Alger said coldly, "With just one call, I can assemble hundreds, even thousands, of men. At that time, not even your entire Azure Dragon District will be left undisturbed."
"I believe that!" Basil Jaak calmly nodded, then his face hardened. He glanced at Draco and Adonis standing behind Alger and said coolly, "Even an emperor's rage could not stop the bodies from floating for miles; even a commoner's rage could force blood to spurt three feet. Do you believe that I can take out you before your minions arrive?"
